Trinkets by Independence1776

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Chapter 41

Written for Grundyscribbling for a hurt/comfort prompt on Tumblr: Turgon/Elenwe and “Hey, just look at me. Breathe.” Drabble, rated General. AU.


“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

Elenwë gasped for air. Turukáno held her close, the large gap in the ice that had opened underneath her feet far enough away that it no longer looked threatening. But it had nearly swallowed her and several others. “You’re safe. Just breathe.”

She said, “I should change into dry clothes.”

Turukáno nodded and helped her to her feet. They’d learned early what to do to survive the Grinding Ice. As fast as she could warm up, she should-- and then they needed to move. The swifter they reached land, the safer they would be.


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