#54 Cold
"Blasted…pointy…eared…oof!"
Gimli scowled up at the tall, lithe figure laughing merrily down at him from his perch on the gnarled branch of an aged oak tree.
"That…was cheating!" The dwarf growled, shaking his head in an effort to remove the remains of a snowball that was now decorating the long auburn hair on his head and face.
"I never cheat!" Legolas grinned, the sparkle held within his eyes belying his words, as he leapt lightly to the ground in front of his spluttering friend. "How…was that cheating?"
Gimli glowered at the elf's feet which had hardly made a dent in the blanket of white covering the forest floor, even though it had been a drop of almost twice his height.
"Footprints!" He growled. "How in the name of Mahal am I supposed to track you when you pass like a ghost over this dratted, frostbite inducing substance leaving no trace for me to find!"
"But, friend Gimli," Legolas replied quizzically, with a tilt of his head, mirth straining at the edges of his lips. "I was humming a hunting song. I thought you had ears like a fox?"
"Humph! Well. That's as may be!"
The dwarf spluttered, stamped his feet and abruptly turned about.
"Anyway. It's far too cold for silly, elvish games." He stated loudly, the words forming a fog of cold air from his lips and looking almost like the smoke from his beloved pipe weed as he trudged off through the snow muttering under his breath.
"Blasted…pointy eared….."
A/N
So a change of mood was needed I think after the previous angst and once the picture of Legolas throwing a snowball at Gimli had entered my head after I read the prompt I just couldn't help this little scene from taking shape. Hope you enjoy.