Character: Haldir, Elves
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth, Kortirion is off exploring the edges,
They’d taken boats north along the Anduin towards Ered Mithrin, keeping to the eastern side. Goblins roamed Hitharglir’s north-western passes, but a large group of Elves were relatively safe. They were a formidable force, not lightly attacked by prowling wanderers, travelling to rendezvous with distant kindred, the Nandor, who held the lands between Thranduil’s kingdom and the mountains.
It was Haldir’s first journey beyond Laurellindórinan’s borders. Autumn became winter; they cached their boats, turning eastwards at the rivers’ confluence, plodding through deepening snow. Strange, fur-clad figures glided towards them, Haldir was astonished to see long planks attached to their boots.
More surprising were the great shaggy dogs, almost bear-like, harnessed in teams, pulling long, low sleds. The dogs gave voice when they scented the Galadrim, tongues lolling, tails wagging; the accompanying figures swept forward rapidly over the snowfield.
The wind-whipped snowdrift stung Haldir’s face as the dog-sled flew over the ground. He was grateful for the borrowed furs and red wool cloak the Nandor had provided. The dogs could pull several to a sled, they’d been assured, over the short distance to their Hall, but it pitched and yawed horribly. Haldir made a mental note; he would learn this... skiing.