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nathair_nimheFill for the Hypothermia square in my GenPrompt Bingo card.
Rating: Teens
Words: 300
Content Warning: Character death, vaguely creepy encounter
Summary: Two lost souls aren't lost anymore
It wasn't long before they succumbed to the cold. The mortal blood in their veins didn't give them the strength to stand up again when they fell – exhausted, scared – in the snow, and the cold was merciful in its own way. Their bodies soon disappeared under a speckless white mantle, but their fëar passed from the haze of blinding whiteness to a sweep of thick black.
They were alone in that darkness, still shivering from the cold, until a man-shaped shadow approached them, its limbs outlined by crackling flames. The shadow brought warmth with it, and upon reaching them stretched its arms out and beckoned them close.
They exchanged a wary look, stood shoulder to shoulder as they had before the evil elves who had taken them from the caves.
Their father had spent most of his time staring at the jewel after it had been delivered to him, their mother had thrust the necklace with the jewel in their sister's arms before whisking her away. Nobody had come to save them, nobody could have found them, after the evil elves carried them out and threw them off a cliff – a shallow cliff, but high enough to cut them off from any source of help. It was unlikely that someone would come looking for them here.
They nodded to each other. The heat was too enticing, and it chased away the cold and the fear the moment they touched the shadow's hands with their own, and the shadow grasped them, as if to never let them go. Then the shadow smiled, and they could make out the face of a beautiful man, with eyes shining as bright as the jewel their father had liked so much. Perhaps their father would find them, lured by those eyes, but even if he didn't, they wouldn't be lost anymore.
*
I'm not sure why Fëanor would want to kidnap the souls of Doriath's twins (or where they are)...finds them in Maedhros's stead? Anyway, that's what my brain came up with when I tried to think of a quick fill featuring hypothermia. :D
Rating: Teens
Words: 300
Content Warning: Character death, vaguely creepy encounter
Summary: Two lost souls aren't lost anymore
It wasn't long before they succumbed to the cold. The mortal blood in their veins didn't give them the strength to stand up again when they fell – exhausted, scared – in the snow, and the cold was merciful in its own way. Their bodies soon disappeared under a speckless white mantle, but their fëar passed from the haze of blinding whiteness to a sweep of thick black.
They were alone in that darkness, still shivering from the cold, until a man-shaped shadow approached them, its limbs outlined by crackling flames. The shadow brought warmth with it, and upon reaching them stretched its arms out and beckoned them close.
They exchanged a wary look, stood shoulder to shoulder as they had before the evil elves who had taken them from the caves.
Their father had spent most of his time staring at the jewel after it had been delivered to him, their mother had thrust the necklace with the jewel in their sister's arms before whisking her away. Nobody had come to save them, nobody could have found them, after the evil elves carried them out and threw them off a cliff – a shallow cliff, but high enough to cut them off from any source of help. It was unlikely that someone would come looking for them here.
They nodded to each other. The heat was too enticing, and it chased away the cold and the fear the moment they touched the shadow's hands with their own, and the shadow grasped them, as if to never let them go. Then the shadow smiled, and they could make out the face of a beautiful man, with eyes shining as bright as the jewel their father had liked so much. Perhaps their father would find them, lured by those eyes, but even if he didn't, they wouldn't be lost anymore.
*
I'm not sure why Fëanor would want to kidnap the souls of Doriath's twins (or where they are)...finds them in Maedhros's stead? Anyway, that's what my brain came up with when I tried to think of a quick fill featuring hypothermia. :D
