Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

23: something lays in wait

December 23rd

"I hate the winter," Elladan murmured as he gazed out the icy windowpanes.

Elrohir was sprawled across the bed on his belly, his chin resting on his hands as he stared at his elder brother. "Why is that, melethen? You have never told me why you dislike this season so. I have always seen it as a season of slumbering, a time when all is pure and white."

The older twin shook his head. "Nay, not pure and white. Slumbering, maybe, but never pure. When I look across the snowy fields and lawns, glance up at the heavy boughs of the trees, it is as if the land sleeps. But, it is not a peaceful, content sleep -- it is restless and impatient. There are times I believe when all the green is hidden from the light of Anor that the earth crawls with dark things, things that slink in the shadows. Beasts that wait in the blackness of the deep corners; creatures that lie under the guise of goodness."

Elrohir shuddered, his eyes darting from his twin to the darkness outside. "Elladan, do not speak of such things."

Elladan smiled at Elrohir's reflection in the window. "Winter is a time of death, and those things belonging in Death's embrace are what walk those white dunes. No, Elrohir, winter is not a time of purity." He returned his eyes to the slithering shadows outside the Last Homely House. "It is a time of waiting. Something lies beneath the surface of winter, and it is hideous."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 23: something lays in wait December 23rd "I hate the winter," Elladan murmured as he gazed out the icy windowpanes. Elrohir was sprawled across the bed on his belly, his chin resting on his hands as he stared at his elder brother. "Why is that, melethen? You have never told me why you dislike this season so. I have always seen it as a season of slumbering, a time when all is pure and white." The older twin shook his head. "Nay, not pure and white. Slumbering, maybe, but never pure. When I look across the snowy fields and lawns, glance up at the heavy boughs of the trees, it is as if the land sleeps. But, it is not a peaceful, content sleep -- it is restless and impatient. There are times I believe when all the green is hidden from the light of Anor that the earth crawls with dark things, things that slink in the shadows. Beasts that wait in the blackness of the deep corners; creatures that lie under the guise of goodness." Elrohir shuddered, his eyes darting from his twin to the darkness outside. "Elladan, do not speak of such things." Elladan smiled at Elrohir's reflection in the window. "Winter is a time of death, and those things belonging in Death's embrace are what walk those white dunes. No, Elrohir, winter is not a time of purity." He returned his eyes to the slithering shadows outside the Last Homely House. "It is a time of waiting. Something lies beneath the surface of winter, and it is hideous."