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Entry tags:
Silmarillion: Fanfic: Wintersong
Title: Wintersong
Fandom: Silmarillion
Challenge: Squeak
Other prompts: SWG NYR challenge: day 10 image prompt, Day 6 Bingo A1: Ecology of Treelight
Rating: G
Length: 100
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Runa for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Summary: Fingon appreciates the sounds of winter in the mountains
Snow squeaked under his boots, the ice in the pond creaked and sang. Under the frozen surface water made its own quiet noises. There were creatures large and small curled in dens and burrows, breathing slow and soft, sleeping through short days and long cold nights. Snowflakes whispered down, brushed off of bowed branches by the faint breeze, melting on Fingon’s upturned face, lingering on the folds of his cloak. Above, stars burned ferociously bright, and the aurora rang across the sky. Under Treelight none of this would have been seen; would not have existed in these forms and melodies.
Fandom: Silmarillion
Challenge: Squeak
Other prompts: SWG NYR challenge: day 10 image prompt, Day 6 Bingo A1: Ecology of Treelight
Rating: G
Length: 100
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Runa for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Summary: Fingon appreciates the sounds of winter in the mountains
Snow squeaked under his boots, the ice in the pond creaked and sang. Under the frozen surface water made its own quiet noises. There were creatures large and small curled in dens and burrows, breathing slow and soft, sleeping through short days and long cold nights. Snowflakes whispered down, brushed off of bowed branches by the faint breeze, melting on Fingon’s upturned face, lingering on the folds of his cloak. Above, stars burned ferociously bright, and the aurora rang across the sky. Under Treelight none of this would have been seen; would not have existed in these forms and melodies.
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