When is there not a cold night upon the mountains? It wasn't tonight, as the white powder that froze a poor traveler's toes to the insides of his boots and made hair feel brittle enough to fall off. Perhaps a bit of a dramatization, but that's how it felt to one wanderer in particular, trudging through the still evening to reach somewhere he didn't know.

His cloak was pulled tight around his body as if he was afraid it would blow away any moment. But that was an empty threat, he sneered in his mind. Why would the cold or wind need to rip his non-existent protection against the cold when it was doing a job just flowing right through? A thin grimace that revealed paling canines crossed his face while his shoe crossed yet another crack in the cold rock of the mountain face. To be perfectly fair, he thought with a hope of making it seem a little less discomforting, it probably wasn't quite as cold as it felt to him. But even after a couple of centuries he couldn't shake the chill off.

"Just to-" a good ledge, he whispered aloud in a hiss, but finished with a calmed thought. To a ledge high enough where he could see the land in enough of it's entirety to find the nearest city. The nearest bed and warm drink. Not like they did him much good, but the little they did he had learned to appreciate. As another plus, it wasn't like he could die out here, and technically he shouldn't even be able to tire, but it was becoming more the mental exhaustion than anything. Just something he should have expected from the whole ordeal. But, at the very least, he was coming to understand more about this new world he was in. Beautiful, yes it was, when it wasn't as frosty as he currently felt. He could only hope they weren't too far north.

After just a few minutes more of bantering in his head about the situations at hand, he tripped and fell face-first into the snow in front of him. A gasp would have escaped his lungs if the reflex had not worn out years ago, but still he was quite surprised. And quite defeated, evident by the fact he was just laying there now. A rest, he though. Maybe for five or ten minutes. More than a moment but less than a while, he had come to sleep in that very same spot, to the entire world appearing as a person freezing to death, even if at the moment he was just dreaming of something odd, and strange, but entirely pleasant by the stupid grin he was making.

Alkar had just left the village the day before and stood high in the mountains contemplating what he should do next with his life. There were many choices which he thought would amuse him in new and unique ways, he could visit Lomedor and spend an hour throwing rocks at the gaurds on duty until they chased him away due to his childish antics or he could sit here and wait for somebody to go past him. Of course the fun part of the latter idea was the fact that he was going to smash their face in with a snowball the second that they came into view.

He sighed Alkar had done enough mean things this month so he decided to skip out on the fun activities and chose to pick a more dangerous form of entertainment. The elf spun around and grabbed hold of the mountainside. The rock was craggy and rough yet it seemed sturdy enough for him to climb. So off he went taking it at an easy to handle pace moving no more than 10 meters a minute and completely enjoying the revitalizing airs up in the clouds.

After a half an hour or so of climbing he decided that he had gotten bored of the dangerous game of rock climbing. Alkar was confused as to why it was considered dangerous by the humans who inhabited Arda. He had been sitting in a shadowy alcove when he noticed a figure shuffling along its way in front of him. For no reason what so ever his nicer side kicked in and he was compelled to see if he could help this poor fellow out. Alkar stepped out onto the top of the snow and started to walk behind the man in what he hoped was a silent manner. Just then the person tried to say something but the wind made it all garbled.

Alkar reached out to offer the man some help but just as his hand was about to reach the shoulder whatever it was collapsed into the snow. It was sitting there with an absolutely stupid grin on its face and it appeared that it was cold. Alkar did the only reasonable thing he could think of. He started poking the body with his sword.

Ah, it was a nice trek. Much nicer than that mountain. It was beautiful of course, but he much preferred to be inside of a mountain's tunnels, not outside in a tundra that made him feel as if he'd best be served in someone's drink. Soon the tunnel's end came and light filled his face, retracting his pupils into slits and flooding him with a cozy sensation, like being wrapped in a blanket during the winter. Much better than the sides of a mountain.

... What in the world was prodding him, though? In that -not so- little world of his it seemed to him as if the scaffolding from a nearby building had ripped away to idly tap him in the side. Repeated, painful, sharp prods that made him chuckle lightly... Wait, back that up a moment. Pain? Quickly to his left the figure's red eyes darted, to see an endless expanse of field. To his right, a house in front of an ocean with a penguin atop. Most importantly, the scaffolding was growing out of the ground. This could only mean one thing.

Oh, damn it.

He was dreaming.

His lids didn't want to pry themselves apart, but it was much too important a situation to just sleep through. Someone was poking him with something, and even if he could really feel all that well anymore, he knew when it was a sharp something. Quickly summoning himself from drowsiness and not quite as quickly started turning over to face his assailant, rather half-heartedly batting whatever object of annoyance was in the way with the amount of niceness sleeping people usually have- none at all.

"What are you doing??" He said without first focusing on his unwelcome company. Obviously he meant to shout, but the traveler was already as pale as the snow he was laying in and quite ready and willing to pass out again once it was possible. "S'trying to slee-" Only then did he have the presence of mind to realize his hood would be down and likelihood of unusual things being noticed would be up. Another, more hasty attempt to straighten himself succeeded in cloaking all of him once again and actually put him in a position to see the company he was keeping. A brown-haired silver-eyed elf. Guy? Girl? What'd it matter? He was still too sleepy to tell anyway, but he thought the eye colour was nice at least.

"Listen, friend," he said, putting a hand up to his forehead to massage away the drowsiness. "I appreciate your concern, but there are much better ways to wake someone up. What exactly were you doing around here, anyway?"