Title: Cold War 3/5

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: nautika

Rate: K

Warning: Is snowballs fight counts? Fluffy. And more surprises as it depends in my bunnies…

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien, I just borrowed them.

Spoiler: AU.

Summary: It is not a regular war it is… snowball fight… with consequence…

Note: Estel first year at Peredhil's house in Imladris.
The cold sequel of "White Blanket", and could be the prequel of "Surprise".

3. - Daylight: Round Three or Poor Estel…

The twins left the house giggling as they walked through the white blanket.

"We will get them, gwenneth… you will see, like we did to Adar, time after time, you will see Adar losing again." Elladan assured to his twin.

Elrohir nodded to his twin, smiling as he followed his lead.

As they walked, Elrohir looked for tracks in the snow and noticed both heavy and light steps in it.

Elrohir pointed them out to his twin and they agreed they had found their father's and the little boy's tracks.

"They went that way." Elrohir pointed, as he took the lead and showed his twin the path that he believed that his Adar took with Estel.

The twins followed the trail, hoping to catch their Adar and the boy… but they did not notice the cave as they walked. The only thing on their minds was to catching their Adar and Estel and throwing snowballs, others things seemed unimportant.

As the twins walked, they seemed not to notice the giggles that came behind them.

"Now, Estel, throw it at them," Elrond encouraged his son, as he too threw the snowballs time after time, not giving the twins a chance to hit back.

"We win… we win…" Estel grinned and continued to throw the snowballs at the twins.

"Of course we won…" Elrond smiled and hit his sons with more snowballs.

But then Estel started to sneeze and sneeze.

"Estel, stop that, they will win." Elrond told his son.

But Estel did not stop, he continued to sneeze, and the twins took it as an advantage to hit their father and their little brother.

"Did you mean to say that we are going to win, Ada?" Elrohir grinned at his Adar with a big smile upon his face.

"Nay…" Elrond grinned at him as he had a snowball ready in his hand and threw it at his son, almost knocking the twin over the white blanket, as he grew angry.

He wanted to win for the first time, and he had fun.

"This means war, Adar," Elladan warned his father as he noticed his other half almost falling as the snowball hit him hard.

"Really? I thought we are already in war, ion-nin." Elrond grinned at him and threw a snowball at him, doing the same that he did with Elrohir.

Elrond took the time after he saw the twins knocked on the snow to he lean over Estel and asked with concern in his voice, "How are you, Estel?"

"C… cold…" Estel shivered as he answered, and then he sneezed again and again.

"You might be getting sick," Elrond mused aloud, and the he made some snowballs and threw them at the twins, and joyfully said, "We both won, now I am taking Estel to the healing room. He is sick."

"We are coming too." Elladan pleaded with his father, and went over to the boy.

Elrohir did the same as his twin, but he was hugging the boy, and he could felt the violent shivers.

"Adar… sneeze…we lose…" Estel sniffed and Elrond could see tears sudden leave the boy's eyes.

"Estel, my boy, why are you crying?" Elrond cupped the boy's face with one hand, as the other wiped the tears away.

"I am not… sneeze… crying…" Estel answered with a sad face.

End of... sneeze... chapter 3.