Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien sculpted the entirety of Middle-earth... Kortirion fashioned this drabble.
Midwinter: East I
The cart trundled slowly forward before lurching askew to become lodged fast in the snow, again. The drifts were too deep now, the path too rocky, especially with the icy winds whipping the new snow to blinding powder. The small party of weary rangers clambered down from their horses, but the wheel was jammed tight.
“No good,” the driver yelled against the wind. “We must leave it... find shelter.
Estel nodded, this midwinter trip had always been a gamble against the elements... it seemed they’d lost.
Suddenly, a low, booming growl above them... Avalanche!
Too late – the mountain descended.
Midwinter: East II
Estel couldn’t move. He struggled to turn, but a sharp pain ran up his shoulder, making him gasp. It bought him to wakefulness. He realised he was not cold... and it was dark, not the expected whiteness of being buried under snow... because he was under... blankets. He sat up abruptly, but the agony that shot through his head made him groan.
Hands supported him. His eyes adjusted – a cavern, a blazing fire... and elves wearing white furs – the Avari they sought had found them!
“Travelling east in midwinter... desperate times must be coming.”
Estel nodded. “We have messages – of warning.”