Source: post LotR
For the Blizzard challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Whilst her Ladyship remained in Lothlorien it never snowed.
The first delicate flakes, falling from the heavy sky, lightened the spirits of those wardens who still patrolled the borders. Soon the snow began to settle, like pale blossoms, on every twig and branch; beautifying the trees so that one could no longer see how they were losing their former glory.
Then, like the other changes, the snow came harder, faster, whirling, filling their eyes; until nothing could be seen of their golden wood but stark, eerie, shadows where they remembered stately trees; and they felt chilled to their very souls.