Sprinkles of Snow by Tamatoa

"terrors"

From starspray.

Scratchy things skitter and shriek in the dark like a high-pitched mimicry of the Enemy’s war cries. Elros tugs his brother close behind him, lifting the candle he holds to illuminate the shadowy corners of the dungeon room.

There are holes in the walls behind the beleaguered old shelves; dark water seeps from cracks in the floor. At least, Elros hopes it’s water. Pressed close against his back, Elrond whimpers in terror.

At an ominous creak from behind them, Elros whips around, holding the torch out threateningly as Elrond clutches his arm.

“I forgot,” says Maglor, leaning through the doorway, “there’s old cheese to lure them in that drawer there.”