Winter

But we will walk the winter wood
Underneath the winter moon

.... The day after, wearing cold weather clothes she went out and gathered enough snow to recreate her childhood snowelf. Now that many years passed and she had better skill to actually make a decent-looking one, she still decided to give it the same wobbly appearance of her first snowelf. And just like so many years ago, it greeted her outside the porch, until the warmer weather melted it away.

They waited at the outpost, hoping for months. And one by one, the travelers returned to safety and warmth. Merriment and laughter, followed by plans. To see the Sea, to finish a task. To explore what had never before been seen.

Soon... When spring came. For now, there were just these moments.

Rundod and Nistrid welcome a party of guests to the tavern-hall, guided there through the winding mountain roads by the beautiful Freylis.

Aurthiel really, really, really loathes the cold! She goes to the greatest lengths to avoid even an inch of snow - even migrating to the southern parts of Middle Earth for the winter! She always thinks of Helcaraxe, and it always makes her feel frigid, bitter, and lost inside...

As food and supplies are running low, some of the people of Bancross goes out for a hunt in the wintery Rohan forests, and will bring home moose and boar to feed the town. As always, they are all thankful and humbled after a grand hunt, knowing that taking the lives of a few beasts may feed many hungry mouths in the weeks and months to come.

A grand feast will be held upon their return, and the antlers will be set upon the wall as a trophy and rememberance of a successful hunt.