Arathorn shivered despite his fur-lined cloak and inched closer to the campfire.
"At least with all the passes closed, we'll be spared Orc raids from the Misty Mountains until the spring," Elrohir said.
"If spring ever comes," Arathorn muttered. "We're well past Yule and it's still cold enough to freeze the balls off a troll."
"Father says the weather may improve once the wind turns to the west," Elrohir said.
"And we'll be stuck with melting sludge for a month," Elladan observed.
Arathorn sighed. "We'll be lucky to get any crops planted before May. This will be a lean year."
Written for Cuinwen's birthday, October 2013. A story of the Long Winter of 2758-59.
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