So basically I have had this idea FOREVER, and to truly develop it would take a really long time, but I couldn’t resist at least putting together the basic structure. I’m not sure if I’ll go back and develop it further at some point, but I wanted to share it with you guys. I’d really love your feedback on this one!
When Jon Snow rode for the Wall for the first time, his head was full of delusions. He thought of the stories of the brave men of the Night’s Watch defending the Wall from wildlings and worse. He thought of becoming a ranger like his Uncle. And hidden, somewhere deep in his heart, he thought about finding the missing Stark girl.
Sansa Stark had been taken by wildlings when she was five years old. The Starks had been visiting the Umbers. The men had gone on a hunt while the ladies enjoyed a ride. Sansa and one of the Umber girls had raced ahead. The afternoon had been full of laughter, until the laughter turned to screaming. The Umber girl screamed and cried and pointed in the direction they’d taken her.
A/N: The beginning of a year where once a month I post a fic based of this wonderful calendar.
The snow covered land was something to be expected when one
was sailing around the Arctic Ocean and reached some form of land. The freezing
cold wind also was something to be prepared for and then you added in what time
of year it was and it shouldn’t have been a shock to see the snow.
But it was.
It was a magical thing to walk on land where no one had
ruined the bed of white and leave their foot prints behind on the once
untouched blanket of white. Everything about this small moment and break in
their journey was just amazing.
Stanford stared up at the ice covered trees with a smile
that just showed awe. Even with countless dimensions that had been covered in
snow or had been in a winter-like season when he had entered them he still felt
like there was nothing quite like his Earth. His home still had so much to show
((I don't know if this sent because I was on my phone so I'm going to send it again.)) Jack had thought he was alone, it was the dead of winter, in Alaska. No one in their right mind would venture outside, but someone was there. The hairs on the back of Jack's neck stood up on end and he raised his staff prepared for anything. "Hello?" ((I'm pretty much open for any kind of rp, my only rule is it has to be Safe For Work.))
[[thanks for sending again, this is the first one I got!]]
Nightlight was just as surprised to see someone out in the snow as Jack was. Why was someone out in the cold? He knew he couldn’t feel cold but all the humans he knew could. His head tilted the glowing boy watching him absently even as he hid himself shyly behind an ice covered tree.
‘The wind ran frigid over the elleth’s neck, yet it was not the icy cold that prickled her hardy elven skin. Footprints in the snow. Smudges of handprints in the ice that covered the trees. The scrunching of snow beneath the sole of a shoe floated through the air. The smell of orc.
She whirled, her blade flashing out in the dim twilight. Her red cape swirled, whirling in shadows and flecking bits of powdered snow around her ankles. She should not have wandered out looking for him, alone and with only a distant ancestor’s dulled sword to protect her. She should have waited. She should have been patient.’
This is my submission for the Tolkien Inspired group’s contest 'If I were a Tolkien Character’ 2016 contest on DeviantArt. Basically, it is me as a Tolkien elf. I used the Procreate app on iPad Pro with Apple Pencil to create this piece. I took inspiration from the elves of Mirkwood, the latest Star Wars Movie (because I loved Rey) and myself… obviously. heh.
I envisioned myself as an elf, descended from the warriors of Mirkwood and born late in the fourth age. Most elves have departed Middle Earth and sailed west, but a small faction is left in Ithilien. The world has turned into somewhat of a dystopian wasteland, with fortresses and kingdoms lying in ruin, prey to bands of hideous creatures that roam the countryside unchecked. Elves have lost most of their magic, only barely remembering their history and ancestors. All that is left are mere trinkets of the past; an ornate ring, a dulled sword… All remnants of a bygone age that has been lost to the ravages of time.
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Trees Covered with Ice after Toronto ice Storm 2013
Trees Covered with Ice in Sunlight. After an unusual ice storm (lost of freezing rain) a lot of transformers exploded, and tree limbs broke off and fell on hydro lines and shut off power to about 1 million people in Toronto (my estimate). 3 days later it’s still very cold and the ice is still on the trees (and everything else) but when the sun shines through it, it looks like we live in a city made of crystal. Very difficult to capture in a photo but this one comes close. It looked much more amazing in person. (Via.)