Autumn Voices by ford_of_bruinen

Fingon

He hated snow and winters, ice stretching like a blanket of death over the land, but autumn, he loved. Grasses paled to brown and yellow, the heather faded from purple to a dull blue and the trees… the trees burnt of gold and reds and copper in the chill invigorating air.

This was his time, the time after summer had faded but before death, frozen and warm, blazing fire and the first crisp ice on water. Stars, burning against the deep sky. Flame and stars, fire and ice. He smiled, picking up a few of the auburn oak leaves. Russandol