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Beta: Half Elf Lost

17: shimmering shadows

December 17th

Something about the fall of snow lightened all hearts. It could not be explained, but even the most dignified Elf could be found running through the white powder, laughing like a child.

Such was the case with one Elf and his oversized wolfhound.

Celegorm dove into one of the deep snow banks, the frost coating his dark locks. He shook his head, a laugh errupting from his throat; it was a sound Huan had not heard in many winters and he was happy to hear it now. For this moment, buried half in the snow and his hair shimmering with ice, the Fëanorion was as Huan remembered him in the blessed realm of Aman. The shadows that haunted the grey eyes seemed to have been swept away with the fall of snow, and Huan was not one to squander what happiness was offered him and those he loved.

The great wolf bounded up the bank, his tongue lolling as his muzzle seemed to become a large, lazy grin. He leapt atop Celegorn, and could he, the wolf would have laughed with the joy he felt rolling about the cold ground with his companion.

Even under the weight of oath and loss, the two figures found a small moment of unencumbered pleasure in the chilly winter air.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 17: shimmering shadows December 17th Something about the fall of snow lightened all hearts. It could not be explained, but even the most dignified Elf could be found running through the white powder, laughing like a child. Such was the case with one Elf and his oversized wolfhound. Celegorm dove into one of the deep snow banks, the frost coating his dark locks. He shook his head, a laugh errupting from his throat; it was a sound Huan had not heard in many winters and he was happy to hear it now. For this moment, buried half in the snow and his hair shimmering with ice, the Fëanorion was as Huan remembered him in the blessed realm of Aman. The shadows that haunted the grey eyes seemed to have been swept away with the fall of snow, and Huan was not one to squander what happiness was offered him and those he loved. The great wolf bounded up the bank, his tongue lolling as his muzzle seemed to become a large, lazy grin. He leapt atop Celegorn, and could he, the wolf would have laughed with the joy he felt rolling about the cold ground with his companion. Even under the weight of oath and loss, the two figures found a small moment of unencumbered pleasure in the chilly winter air.