Title: Winter Winds and Ice
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Rating: T
Length: 200 words
Content notes: Canon character death
Author notes: N/A
Summary: Turgon, Elenwë, Idril, and ice - he had never thought it would end like this.



“Ata! Ata, it’s cold out!” Turgon laughed as he swung Idril through the air.

Elenwë laughed from the doorway to the house as she watched. “You should bring her back in. Just because you and I don’t think it’s cold, doesn’t mean she won’t – she is more used to your city, and not the mountain.”

“But perhaps, darling, this is simply what we need to do to get her used to it? We wouldn’t want her to slip
and fall in the snow,” Turgon said, grinning.

Idril laughed. “But Ata, you’d just have to carry me then!”

“Oh, I would?”

~

“Ata, I want Nana!” Idril cried from her perch on her father’s back. “Why isn’t she coming back? Ata, where is she?”

Turgon shook his head. “Just stay there, darling. It’s safer for you back there. You won’t slip and fall again.”

“Why isn’t Nana here? She said she was going to teach me how to be careful on the ice. I want her, not you!” Idril pounded her fists into her father’s back.

Fingon winced as he watched them, opening his mouth to speak, only to shut it when Turgon shook his head.

“She slipped into the ice, darling.”