Bitter Cold

Galadriel had been giving Idril what little strength she could spare throughout the terrible march.

Now Galadriel knelt by Elenwë's body, holding Idril in her arms as she cried for her mother. Elenwë had given her child more strength than she possessed and had succumbed to the bitter cold.

Turgon had hastened to his wife’s side, and now he seemed almost beyond grief as he placed a gentle kiss on Elenwë’s cold, blue lips and gently straightened her limbs.

Then he stood and held out his hand to Idril, saying, “Come, my darling, we must now look to the living.”

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Written for the Tolkien_Weekly 'Blue' Challenge.