4. snowflake
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The snow fell early here, earlier than it ever did in Sirion, soft and sparkling white.
The snow reflected the meager winter sunlight and scattered it around, lighting up the grim fortress, redecorating it in bright coldness.
Elros and Elrond were throwing it at one another, laughing, climbing it and moulding it, not even feeling the cold.
Eventually, Maglor came looking for them, and paused, glancing up at the quickly darkening sky.
He held out a hand and let a single snowflake land on the tip of his finger and rest there, apparently admiring its fragile beauty, until it slid down his palm in a drop of water. His eyes bore an odd look when they fell on the twins, but it was with a thin smile that he ushered them inside.
Later Maedhros came, with a cap of snow slowly melting in his fiery hair, and found them by the fireplace; he paused in the doorway, watching, absent-mindedly plucking snowflakes from the red strands falling on his shoulders.