The coldest of winds had long been ravaging the land of Nevrast. It was not uncommon for the heather-lands to be beset by such a thing; being a land encircled by ocean and mountain. The Ered Wethrin lay to the South, cutting off Beleriand, Ered Lómin to the North and Belegaer to the West. Yet there was a terrible chill to the winds in recent times, some lingering memory, a malice, seemed to be borne upon the very airs. No burning heat fell upon the land of Beleriand, no silver shimmer of the moon rising high; for this was still before the creation of such things.
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