Whimsies by Grundy

Winter

The first winter in their new land was an echo of the Ice – but the first echo, the one that has not yet lost its potency. The memory, refreshed with every blast of frigid wind, chilled them as much as any air coming down from the north did or could. No doubt their Enemy knew, and enjoyed their predicament. But Nolofinwë too had sworn, and not lightly, and if the Helcaraxë had not stopped him, the worst cold the Mithrim could remember certainly wouldn’t. Spring would come, the cold would fade, and they would have their vengeance for his father.