Work Text:
His feet sank into the high snow that piled up between the dark trees of the silent woods surrounding him. The dead deer on his shoulders was heavy and his breath came in white clouds as he climbed up the hill. During the hunt he had felt hot and sweaty, now in the declining light of the winter evening the cold had seeped into his exhausted body, making him shiver. When he reached the tent on the top of the hill, he sighed with relief. Letting the carcass slide to the ground, he lifted the heavy curtain and entered the candle lit interior.
"Did you have a successful hunt, meleth nín?"
"Yes, my love."
Warm lips were pressed to his and silver-blond hair tickled his face. A goblet filled with hot spiced wine was thrust into his hand and an arm slid under his fur coat, circling his waist. He took a careful sip, the taste rich on his tongue. Contented he let his head fall on a broad shoulder. Being cold was a matter of choice nowadays, the recollection of it already leaving him, melting away like the snow would with the first beams of the sun in spring.