Or warned someone. 

Or tried to stop them.

Was he right about that?

I wouldn't have stayed behind. I don't know if I would have warned you. I would have tried to stop them.

Well. Is this current mess more or less traumatic than having your in-laws tie you up so you don't get in the way of their latest war crime?

I think I'm repressing too much right now to be able to meaningfully answer that question.

Fair enough.

And after exhaustive practice and preparation, Nolofinwe concludes they are as ready as justifies eating through their supplies, and they march.

It's very, very cold.

Yep. The snow helps insulate the tents, a little. They carry a lot of supplies, though those dwindle. It gets colder. It gets, if that's possible, darker.

Well, the twins can do the light thing they did for the crops...

Helps. A bit. 

An avalanche kills a dozen people. A storm directs the host off course. It is cold and bitter and ugly and there are still four hundred miles ahead of them.

It's really, really, really cold.

Imliss loses a couple of fingers to frostbite.

They gradually run out the rations.

Humans are the physical inferiors to elves in almost every way, and elves are dying.

"No. No. NO!"

Idaia crouches by her sister's body. No, no no, it wasn't supposed to happen like this, no, they were going to get across and she was going to yell at their family and eventually forgive them and she was going to make Feanaro apologize to her sister for saying they would never abandon them and then doing that, and, and--

She's so tired. It's so cold and she's so tired and she, she's so tired of losing people--

She should get up. She should get up and keep walking she should--

The tears on her cheeks are the last warm thing she feels.