That nasty white stuff
That day it was time to shovel snow. Again it had snowed overnight, and this time not too little. Without exception, everyone had to lend a hand. Even Glorfindel, despite his phobia of snow.
Elrond peered over at him. He had an idea. Not exactly nice, but funny.
Making sure no one was watching him, he formed a snowball. A well-aimed throw placed it in the Noldo's neck.
Cursing, he wheeled around. When he saw Elrond laughing, he reached into the snow himself and demanded his revenge. And already the big children were having a fierce snowball fight. Sometimes you were allowed to do that.
