First Frost (not official title)
The first snow at Emyn Arnen glistened in the early morning light. The morning brought sun to illuminate the previous night of incessant snowfall.
Faramir had not seen such a beautiful sunrise and felt even more blessed with Eowyn, Elboron by his side. Toddler Elboron looked out the window with glee.
They ventured out. The air was chill but crisp, the snow was stainless, they were amused at Elboron’s awe at the snow. He smiled and took some steps gingerly in the snow but when he fell, he did not cry.
Faramir thought, This was what he was living for.
For the tolkien100 challenge... first time writing Elboron ;) (will cross post later)