Silver inhaled the cold air, snow coated her lungs. It was the winter after she had left the Shire, now she was keeping her promise. Eyowen had tried deeply to convince her not to go the day before the blizzard, but she was determined to get home on time.
Huck, her pony, plowed forward with his head low. Silver sent a silent prayer to the heavens, hoping she would get to the next town soon. Huck reared back as someone passed in front of him.
Aragorn raised his arms up and spoke calmingly to the pony. Silver glared at the ranger for a moment before she recognized the wise rouge.
Aragorn led Silver back to camp after reacquainting themselves. "You really have a niche for nearly getting me run over, don't you?" Aragorn looked up from the flickering fire.
Silver chuckled and looked at the now slowly floating snowflakes. "Yeah, or you just have a need to run in front of horses." She retorted.
"Where did you think you were heading in the middle of a blizzard anyways?" Aragorn asked. "I have a promise that I need to keep." Silver mumbled, chewing on bread.
Aragorn waved farewell to her as Silver rode away. To her, it seemed like that people had been waving goodbye to he a lot lately.
The cart and luggage all bump over the wooden bridge, causing a hook to loosen. Silver stopped Huck and hinged it back in place, then checked the load before getting back to her task.
Small children greeted Silver as she rolled into town, a cart of foreign presents trailing behind. "What do you lot want?" She growled in a playful and gruff voice as she stopped the cart. "Did you bring us anything?" "Tell us about the Elves!" "Did you kill trolls, like Mr. Bilbo?" The children all pleaded for answers.
"I'll have to tell you at the next Shire gathering." Silver laughed. The children looked on, disappointedly. Silver tossed a sack behind her and it landed in front of the kids. One of the boys opened the bag and jumped in delight. Each child grabbed a toy, laughing.
A familiar group of Hobbits were rolling around in the snow, launching snowballs and hollering battle calls. Silver picked up a large bucket, filed it with snow, and snuck up behind one of them.
Frodo slipped backwards and landed on Silver. A bucket landed on his head, dousing him with frozen flakes of water. "Oooh! That's cold!" He yelped. "Get off me, you great lug!" Silver cursed. Frodo helped her up. "Right, sorry." He apologized.
Merry, Pippin, and Sam had all dropped their ammo and had come over to greet Silver. "Good to see you again." "Seems like forever, this year has." "We missed you terribly." were all said and sincere.
"You're right in time for the Spring Festival." Pippin added.