I wrote this for NirCele, who started this amazing(and somewhat addictive) 100 drabble challenge and was the first to review my story!
When Glorfindel stepped onto Middle-earth for the first time since slaying the Balrog, he half expected it to be a fair and wondrous place and he half expected it to have fallen into ruin. But somehow, his first impression was a bit of both. Snow was falling placidly, dallying on its way down from the heavens. The Grey Havens were dark and peaceful, blanketed in an undisturbed sheet of white. But the cold bit through his thin clothing, and the fragile snowflakes melted onto it.
Water from the sky: Ulmo and Manwë working to gather to refresh the earth.
The angry and malicious cold: Melkor attempting to break the beauty of Arda
Well, Middle-earth is just that, Glorfindel reflected, in the middle. How could I have ever forgotten that? And then the elf grinned.
Super awesome golden-haired kick-orc elf was back. He didn't actually think that, but it's a close enough translation.
Anywho, hope you liked that. I'm planning to write a bit for nyx thranduilion, Lady Lindariel and Everleigh Bain each, since they are such amazing review-ers. And much better at writing than me. Just saying. (P.S. Thanks nyx and Everleigh for reviewing!)
