Mountains Cold, Shadows Shimmering by Laura Elizabeth

That's a very compelling account of the horrors of this crossing!

"My skin, clothing, soul, ragged and torn."

Go on go on go on. The wraiths were nothing. A spirit of horror lies upon the Ered Gorgoroth like a thick black smoke. I hear the calls of those dead, long dead. My father. My cousins. My friends. I hear their death cries. I know it is false. I know it is false. I will not go to seek them. They are dead. When this resolve is made, they cry out my name. Beren. Beren. Beren, save us. Beren, come to our aid. Beren, I your father command you.

This is so scary. Wouldn't this be beautiful filmed? With creepy music, of course. Really well done!

Then I walk into a vision. A clearing, a glade, open to the night sky, screened all about by hemlocks. From the glade I hear a sound, as of lark singing with human tongue.

Well! Oh, yes, finally! It wouldn't be nearly as good without the buildup in the previous chapter! Really awesome short story. Thanks for sharing.