Character: King Ellessar
Source: Post-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien fashioned this world and all who dwell therein– it’s his, not mine.
He lifted his face to drifting whiteness... that clung to eyelids, cheeks... Taking a deep breath, one found his tongue... it almost surprised him to find it perfumed, not icy. He swallowed, smiled, opened his eyes – no vision of Caradhras, no wizard’s light guiding unsure feet on that vertiginous path. This blizzard was kinder by far – the White Tree’s flurrying petals.
Dawn was chill, but not that gnawing cold that bit deep, sinking through wool, flesh, scraping bones with icy teeth... Elessar shuddered.
One touched his lips... delicate as a lost-love’s kiss. He mouthed a name... a benison to maybes.