Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

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Úrë (heat)

What is heat without cold?
(No warnings.  Drabble)


Warmth felt like a distant memory; not even memory - a dream, a fantasy.  How long had they walked? How many years?  The dark landscape, howling winds, eerie groaning beneath her feet all blended into a nightmare that stretched on endlessly.

But there was one place Eldalótë found the strength to go on, one place she could reclaim the feeling of life, however fleeting.  Angaráto’s eyes, his lips on hers, his arms holding her still.  When the ice threatened to steal away the very breath within her, to send her soul fleeing to Mandos in regret, his heat drew her back. 


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