Doodle #7
Snow Day
(SF)

The Shire was covered in snow, for the first time in quite a while. Frodo looked out into the white lands through one of Bag End's front windows. He sighed and turned to his empty hole. Snow… he hadn't enjoyed it since he was a lad, but now he felt that it wouldn't be all that enjoyable anyhow, all by his lonesome. He stuck his cold hands into his pockets and stared out the window again.

Suddenly he noticed a figure trudging through the snow towards Bag End. Frodo smiled automatically, but caught himself and frowned instead. He threw on a coat and hurried out the door towards the approaching Hobbit.

"Sam!" Frodo called, worried but happy. "Oh, Sam, you look ever so cold! What possessed you to leave your home?" He ran into a hug, and Sam blushed. "Well, Mr. Frodo, I figured you'd prolly be lonely, on such a dead-white day, and plus, I wanted to see the damage, if you catch my meanin'," Sam sighed, motioning towards Frodo's garden, which was covered in thick white snow, all plants most likely frost-bitten.

Frodo smiled warmly. "I can't say much for the plant-life, but you've just made my day! Indeed, I was beginning to feel a tad bit… alone." Sam looked away towards a tree that stood along the road, as it began to… snicker?

The tree seemed to realize Sam look at it. "Oh, shoot, we've been caught," laughed a familiar voice. "It's your fault," said another, "giggling at them during such a… delicate moment." Both voices cracked up, and Frodo blushed, glaring at the tree. "Really! Get down from there, you troublemakers!" he yelled.

The tree rustled, dropping clumps of snow, leaves, and suddenly, a heap of young Hobbit. A second later, another Hobbit fell with a yelp atop the first one. "Ow, get off of me, you!" groaned Pippin, who happened to be the Hobbit who fell out of the tree first. Merry sat up upon Pippin. "Hey, thanks for breaking my fall, Pip," he laughed. Pippin pushed Merry off of him and stood up, brushing snow off his clothes. Merry pushed a bunch of snow up into a little wall and hid behind it.

Pippin was still brushing snow off himself and grumbling when all of a sudden, a ball of snow hit him on the side of his head. "Agh!" he yelled, and swiveled around to glare at Merry. "You little…" he growled, and scooped up a ball of snow, and tossed it at Merry. Merry ducked behind his wall before it could strike him, and they broke into an all-out snowball fight.

While the Took and Brandybuck were throwing snow at each other, Sam and Frodo had gone off a bit of ways, to avoid being throttled by hurdling snow, and also, perhaps, for some privacy. They watched with humor the snow-war for a while, but soon bored of it. Sam randomly began to make a heap of snow, and Frodo watched as it soon formed into a Hobbit-sized white blob. He gasped, realizing what Sam was doing. He copied, making another Hobbit-sized blob beside Sam's. Sam smiled and looked Frodo up and down, taking in each little curve on his master's body. Frodo did the same, observing Sam's likeness, and soon both got to work, carving forms into their piles of snow.

After a few hours, the four Hobbits left and went into Bag End to warm up. They sat around the fire, and Sam made cocoa. As night drew, Pippin glanced out the window to watch the sun set. He gasped, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, to verify that he really saw what he thought he saw. He bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Merry had just nodded off in his seat when he was elbowed in the side by Pippin. "Wake up, Mer, look at this," Pippin whispered, sounding as if he was going to burst out laughing. Merry sighed and went to the window with Pippin. Pippin pointed towards the sunset. Merry looked absently towards it, and his jaw dropped. "That's just weird, okay?" he snickered.

In front of the sunset were two white figures, snow-hobbits, holding hands, which looked exactly like Frodo and Sam.