She Hath My Love (Drabbles about Women) by Elrond's Library

Storms

Prompt: wind, rain, shelter, quick

Elwing laughed as she ran up the beach, chasing – or maybe herding – her boys as they sprinted to the sheltering tent. Rain stung against their skin, cold and unkind. Their little legs struggled with the loose sand, more than once they stumbled, heels slipping. Elwing overtook Elros when he fell, and before he could cry, she quickly hoisted him onto her hip with a huff.  

“You’re getting so big!” she bounced him, making him giggle. Elrond had already made it to their tent; he was holding the flap open for her. The wind blew it out of his grasp, but he caught it again with a jump and a smile.  

She deposited Elros into the tent, and did up the fiddly ties to keep the rain and the wind and the sand out.  

“Naneth?” Elrond was waiting, so patiently. “Will you tell us a story, until the storm goes away?”