Characters: Aragorn, Legolas and a Rohir
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth, Kortirion hangs on to his coat-tails.
“A cold night, my Lord”
Aragorn nodded absently at the sentry, his breath hung before him, pale clouds in the still air. Above Meduseld’s roof, stars wheeled in stately progress across a sable sky. Inside, fires were banked, benches stacked, nothing moved... save a dwarf dreaming secret dreams.
The rohir watched the stranger and the ethereal dwimmer. He couldn’t understand their soft words as they looked on the mounds of the Kings. Then the dwimmer walked down towards them.
“No harm” Aragorn replied, “He said their frosted flowers looked like star-dust... It is his nature to sing among them.”