Nov 26:  Cold (TA 2942, January, Imladris)

“It’s snowing!  Come and play with me, Glorfi!”  Estel burst into the room where Glorfindel was curled up by the fire with a book and a mug of mulled wine.

 “You know that I don’t go out in weather like this unless I’m on patrol, Estel,” he gently chided the boy.  “Why don’t you stay in here to keep me company where it is warm?”

“Why don’t you like snow?”

“I don’t like the cold,” Glorfindel corrected.

“But why?” Estel sat next to him.

Glorfindel shivered as a memory of frigid, unforgiving ice and snow bloomed in his mind.  Helcaraxe.