Orctober Drabbles by Grundy

Firth of Drengist

Watchtower, surf, winter, sea

1. From the watchtower, one can admire the storm from safety. Barad Nimras is strong enough that the winter storm is little more to it than a passing breeze. The cold does not reach the cozy fireside. Finrod finds the sight of the sea soothing, even now with the surf churning wildly, whipped to a froth by the winds. Ossë may be unpredictable, but he is no friend to the great Enemy in the North. Should they try to attack from the ocean, his wrath will put the current gale to shame. Let the wind howl; all will yet be well.