Prompt: 021. here comes the rain again, falling from the stars; drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are
Author's notes: Everything belongs to Tolkien. Cabed Naeramarth or 'leap of dreadful doom' was originally called Cabed-en-Aras, 'The Deer's Leap'. The name was changed after Níniel threw herself into the river Teiglin and Túrin threw himself on his sword, for fairly obvious reasons.
It always rained during the worst points of her life. On the day they left Dorthonion, it had been little more than a thick mist, leaving dew on clothes and hair. The rain had begun the night they lost Lalaith, and had not stopped until she was buried, leaving the ground sodden and oozing liquid. The rain that began after Túrin departed was heavy and tasted of snow. She and Nienor had left Dor-lómin in the midst of a cold downpour, grateful that the weather would obscure their tracks. It had rained the day that she left Doriath.
And it was raining now, soaking through her thin clothes to make her skin cold and clammy as she stood looking down on Cabed Naeramarth. She had read the runes carved into the stone before the light faded, and knew who lay there. So they had found each other at last.
She had never been one for crying, at least not publicly. Did the Lord of the Breath of Arda send the clouds to shed tears when she would not? It did not matter. Morwen drew back her hood, and tilted her head to let the raindrops kiss her face.