Characters: Sam, Galadriel
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Summary: For the Midwinter challenge from the tolkien_weekly community.
“I wouldn’t have thought winter could seem right like this, but it does,” Sam said one morning in Caras Galadhon. “Lying abed on a snowy morning back home is a fine thing, but this’ll do.”
“Tell me, what is there about Lorien’s winter that makes it right to a hobbit of the Shire?”
Sam looked up into the golden mallorn canopy high above and listened. “It’s the quiet. It’s a winter quiet, though there’s no snow or ice or cold wind.”
Then Sam turned to the Lady, but she was already gone, without disturbing even one leaf when she passed.