For the "Change in the Weather" challenge at Tolkien_weekly.
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Winter swept from the north on grey gull wings. Chill waves furrowed the grass, while the branches above surged and heaved in a golden tempest of leaves.
The elven woman weighed down the hill with her stillness, her black hair streaming like the banner from a mast. As she faced into the storm, her long cloak flapped like a poorly-trimmed sail.
“Bear me away with these words,” she whispered to the wind. “Bear me away across the sea; take me beyond the walls of this world.” There was no answer, only an echo of the waves’ song in the trees.