Jubilee Instadrabbling 2025 by Lindariel

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Prompt: a thousand feet of snow over my heart


First Age 457, Gondolin

Turgon walked through the assembly, steps measured, eyes ahead. His white cloak swirled around him like an improbable snowstorm on the warm mountain breeze, his dark hair streaming out behind him unbraided.

He placed the capstone on his father's monument and stood a while, hands still holding the cold stone. He closed his eyes, seeing first his father's face and then, shatteringly, that of Elenwë.

After a moment, Idril walked up and laid her hand over her father's hands. "Come away, father."

"I don't know which is worse," he said to her, "tomb or no tomb," as tears finally came.


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