Authors Note: No note really. Just something I wrote way back when. It's
very short.
Disclaimer: I do not own the people or places of JRR Tolkiens Middle Earth.
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Helcaraxe {Unrelenting}
Ice. The cold burns through skin and spirit. Unrelenting. Our song was once of pride, a people who could not be caged or ruled. Now it is of misery, death and ice. I should have followed Feanor. But then, is it better to meet an end brought upon by licking flames? For surely I would have perished in the heat of fire. No. Ice shall be my fate. It is the fate of those around me. Feet move slow now, heavy with despair and loss. Husbands have left wives in the frozen wastes; mothers have left sons and daughters. I silently thank the Valar that my arms have grown numb around my own freezing child. My burden has not slowed me, but instead it pushes me on. Eleniss. My cold...cold child. For her I will continue. I continue my march; head bowed under the tyranny of Helcaraxe's freezing wind. Ice. The cold burns through skin and spirit. Unrelenting.
Disclaimer: I do not own the people or places of JRR Tolkiens Middle Earth.
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Helcaraxe {Unrelenting}
Ice. The cold burns through skin and spirit. Unrelenting. Our song was once of pride, a people who could not be caged or ruled. Now it is of misery, death and ice. I should have followed Feanor. But then, is it better to meet an end brought upon by licking flames? For surely I would have perished in the heat of fire. No. Ice shall be my fate. It is the fate of those around me. Feet move slow now, heavy with despair and loss. Husbands have left wives in the frozen wastes; mothers have left sons and daughters. I silently thank the Valar that my arms have grown numb around my own freezing child. My burden has not slowed me, but instead it pushes me on. Eleniss. My cold...cold child. For her I will continue. I continue my march; head bowed under the tyranny of Helcaraxe's freezing wind. Ice. The cold burns through skin and spirit. Unrelenting.
