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So, wrote up a few drabbles for some folks as holiday presents, and now that I've confirmed that they've all been received and enjoyed, I'm posting them up for all to see. And here they are! :)

Drabble series: Winter
by illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine!


Winter: Snow
For [livejournal.com profile] cressidarambles

It was something of a rare event in Minas Tirith, unexpected but not unwelcome. The storm had blown in across the mountains the previous night, and in the darkness, while the city slept, snow had fallen in thick flakes cast about by cold winds. And then the city awoke to wonder. In the morning light, gentle billows glistened on windowsills and high rooftops, and the Anduin seemed a band of black ice in the distance. Emerging into a hushed stillness, folk in their warmest cloaks blinked at the sight of the White City clad in the first snow of winter.

Winter: Ice
For [livejournal.com profile] sealover_astara

“It is pretty, but I would enjoy it more if it were warmer!” Finduilas said with a laugh as they walked, taking in the sight of the city under snow. It was her first winter in Minas Tirith, and she, accustomed to mild Dol Amroth weather, had not yet adjusted.

“If it were warmer, it would not be as pretty,” Denethor countered.

“True, but my hands feel like ice,” she added playfully.

He took her hands in his, and held them close. “That, at least, can be amended,” he said, and from under her star-lined hood came a warm smile.

Winter: Frost
For [livejournal.com profile] lilan14

The night before, it had snowed. Some time later, the passage of many feet or the slow melt of midday would mar the perfect whiteness, but for now the world was blanketed, quiet and shining and perfect. Warm and comfortable inside, Faramir and Boromir sat gazing out. “I wonder what makes it do that,” Faramir said suddenly.

“What?” Boromir asked after a pause, seeming surprised. “The snow? It’s the same as rain, except when it’s too cold for rain, it freezes, and…”

Faramir shook his head. “I know that. But what makes the patterns in the frost on the window?”

Winter: Cold
For [livejournal.com profile] roh_wyn

He returned home, and after making a brief report to his father, he made his way towards his chambers, seeking the warmth of a good, roaring fire and hot tea to melt the constant chill that had set in. He wished that these excursions were not necessary in winter—Orcs also must suffer from the cold, he thought—but alas, they were. Still, for one moment, he did not mind it: when the memory of icy winds and drear grey skies seeped away with the last of the feeling of cold, leaving only the comfort of being home once more.

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