Bingo #: B14
Prompt: snowdrift
Cruel mountain, is it true that you smile? There you stand, gloating above us, white snowdrifts glistening in the sun. The wind that formed them has at last quelled its ceaseless whipping; all is still on the Redhorn Pass, quiet and calm after you succeeded in deterring us from crossing it.
If only you had not; if only, if only! Your harshness has trapped me in a position I never desired; I know little more of the road to our destination than those I have suddenly been ordained to lead. I am sure he who suffered most due to your lack of mercy would consider this practice, a simulation for my future as king-
But I am lost, having not his foresight and wisdom, and after Lórien, I know nothing to do but helplessly curse your snow.
