Written for Tolkien Femslash Week Bingo, for the prompts:
Emotions: Joy (O44)
Four Words: silver, tangle, rainfall, dormant (N21)
Story Elements: Thunder (B8)
Thunder rolls in the distance, then rain pours down. It melts away the last clinging traces of the winter's snow; Nellas can feel the stirring and slow awakening of every seed lying dormant in the dark earth.
Nienor has been caught in the sudden rainfall, and she comes to Nellas with her hair clinging about her face in wet tangles. Nienor turns her face upward to the storm and laughs with sheer joy.
They take shelter together under a spreading beech tree and trade kisses there, entwined in each other's arms, while the rain comes down like a silver curtain.