The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.
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Posted on December 1, 2012 at 09:38:08 PM by Curufin & Arodeth
Something was telling Curufin that he was venturing too far from home. He had, after all, been gone for weeks. The tricolored lupine wondered if his father and brother had yet returned to I Nossë Fëanáro, and whether or not they had successfully found new members for their gang. With a sigh, the wolf proceeded forward and looked around.
Being a red wolf, he wasn't quite accustomed to the cold, wintry climate on Ice Mountain Peak; he told himself he would descend from this relatively small mountain soon--hopefully before he froze to death. The worst part was that winter was indeed approaching; even before Curufin had arrived at Ice Mountain, he had already begun to feel the chilly winter winds and see frost start developing on the grass. He then wondered how his family would endure this year's snowy season. It was likely they would be able to find shelter in Shama Forest, if ever the weather became much too harsh to stay out in the open plain that was their normal residence.
Whilst deep in thought, Curufin nearly collided with someone else--an Arctic she-wolf. Within two seconds, the male inhaled sharply upon recognizing the other canine by her scent, bat-like wings, and long fangs. As the black fur on his back momentarily bristled, Arodeth hissed, "You!" The fur on Curufin's back immediately settled as he reminded himself to not provoke the vampire. Already the she-wolf's fangs were bared, and the fur on her own back was standing stiffly. The male was ready to state that he did not wish to fight when a look of puzzlement suddenly replaced Arodeth's fierce expression. There was something about Fëanor's son she had not realized before--his own scent; it was somehow extremely familiar to the Arctic wolf. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember where she had smelled his scent before...
Arodeth suddenly remembered. A messenger from Fëanor's old kingdom had once come to Arodeth's. She opened her eyes and observed the male. Clearly he is much too young to be the highly revered King Fëanor, she figured. However, she also knew about the princes of Fëanor's former lands. In an almost inaudible whisper, Arodeth guessed whom she was speaking to. "...Prince Curufin?"
The exiled prince thrust his head back, somewhat shocked. Seeing his confusion, the female explained, "I was the princess of the northern kingdom situated in the snowy mountains." Though he had never met her, Curufin had definitely heard of her before; their homes hadn't been too far from each other. "Then you are Princess Arodeth," he said. "Indeed," replied the vampiric lupine. "I...if I had known, then...I would've..." The male shook his head and chuckled. "Forgive me for that incident at the hunting grounds." Arodeth laughed and answered with a nod. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here on Wolf Mountain?" Curufin then asked. The princess frowned. "There was...a disaster. I fled after becoming an...an orphan," she murmured before looking away. The other wolf's blue-grey eyes widened. "It was a tragedy that forced my family out of our kingdom as well," he said. The black and white she-wolf glanced at him. Did the same thing happen to all the other neighboring realms? she wondered to herself.
"Have you found a home yet?" Curufin asked curiously. Arodeth sighed and shook her head. "If you would like..." The male paused for a few seconds. "...you can follow me back to where my family has settled. We plan on turning our home into a kingdom and once again becoming the royal wolves we once were. After all, your kingdom was allied with mine in times of war." Arodeth smiled. The male wolf was right. She also did not want to remain a homeless expatriated princess. "All right," she said, "but first..." The female glanced sideways and spotted a snowshoe hare, which she swiftly leapt at and killed to drink its blood.
Once satisfied, she turned back to Curufin and nodded. Fëanor's son, with a smile, told her, "Let us go home."
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