Characters: Thuringwethil, a couple of curious wanderers.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
She heard their heartbeats first.
It had been so long. So long enduring in a frozen tyranny of silence. Flapping among starlit shadows, she heard pounding, drumlike through dark air, and thought at once of armies. In panic, she fled for the rusting iron of her lair.
She clung trembling to a spike. Slowly, so slowly, the drums approached...
Two of them. Only two. She heard their hearts and their footsteps, soft on feathered hoarfrost. She heard the hiss of their exhalation freezing on their lips. She heard the roar of red rivers pumping through narrow channels, and she salivated.