The humidity brought on dampness; soon rain was imminent. Thunder pounded and lightning zig zagged in front of them. Rain was unceasing, dampening spirits of a smooth homecoming.
The hobbits welcomed the change, for the stifling heat made them quite uncomfortable as they kept riding north towards Rivendell and home.
But the rain did not bring solace especially with the surprising encounter with Saruman.
The dampness of the air after the pouring rain only gave slight comfort. It felt suffocating..
Frodo’s heartbeat matched the constant pitter-patter of the rain. The uneasiness that Saruman’s words spoke kept gnawing at his conscience.
A/N inspired by "Summer Thunderstorms" prompt on tolkien100 on LJ