Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Chapter 16

Prompts:  colors, fog, forest, hunt.

A sudden fog curled up from the river on his right, pouring over the starlit path laid down on his last journey until it vanished along with everything else below his knees. To his left the forest loomed in colors of green-grey amid pools of shadow. The fog seemed to press him southward, away from the river. He paused, thinking of the friend whose companionship he sought, then stepped closer to the trees. He could see his feet here.

The trilling of nightingales wound out of the air. Elwë turned from the river to hunt their song into Nan Elmoth.