A Man Who Flies From His Fear May Find He Has Only Taken A Shortcut To Meet It by LadySternchen  

Storms/Thunder/Lightening- Nimloth/Galathil

“I hate it” Nimloth wails, pressing her little face against his chest, shaking all over.

Galathil holds his daughter close and strokes her silver-white hair.

“Will you tell me what upsets you so?” he asks, though he has a good idea himself.

“The storm,” comes her answer, proving Galathil’s suspicions true.

“It is frightening, I know. Does it make you feel better if I tell you that I know this fear all too well?”

Nimloth looks up at him, surprise momentarily eclipsing her fear.

“It was not so much the storms, but thunder and lightening for me when I was little. Your uncle Celeborn was transfixed be the beauty of the lightening flashing above the treetops, I was terrified. And the thunder was even worse. It was so loud.”

His words are met with a fervent nodding.

“But we are safe here, little one. The storm cannot harm you within the caves.”

“It is still so loud, though.”

So now they are getting to the root of this. Yes, the wind howling through the caves makes a lot of noise, but that is nothing that can be helped. And in truth, loud though the storm is here within the caves, this is the safest place to be. Much safer than the woods, where trees may be uprooted.

“Come here, then. Your Nana and I wanted to stay up for little while still, but if the storm so frightens you, I think we can make an exception and go to bed early. And you can sleep between us if you want.

To that, Nimloth has no objections.