#It's about angrod going to drink with hands shaking from cold and everyone looking carefully away when red drips down his front

[shrikeseams]

god I just can't stop thinking about the noldor encountering running freshwater with so much iron it looks like blood while crossing the helcaraxe.

Maybe it cuts across their path, one last silent urge to turn back from ulmo and aule

Maybe it runs alongside their path, at least part of the time, the only unfrozen freshwater on the whole of the ice. Sometimes disappearing for a while, or slipping under an obstacle that they had to go miles out of their way around, but returning before desperation could set in.

#Tolkien #San shoots the breeze #Tipsyposting #I know the geology/hydrology is purest fantasy here #I'm in it for the imagery of like #Aredhel dressed in all white skins and furs. Helping people Ford the river of blood one careful step at a time #It's about angrod going to drink with hands shaking from cold and everyone looking carefully away when red drips down his front #About a narrow red rush of life in the middle of desolation