"Snow! There is snow!”
Elrohir rolled over, pillow covering his head. “Why are you so happy—hey! Give my blanket back!”
“Come on! Hurry!”
“Why, Elladan? It is not going anywhere!”
Elladan put his pants and boots on over his nightclothes. His sweater was backwards, but he grabbed a pair of mittens and playfully smacked his brother’s head with them. “I want to see it fresh and white. See you down there!”
“Not if I can help it,” mumbled Elrohir, but Arwen roused him soon after.
When Elrond joined them outside, Arwen and Elladan were building a fort. He found Elrohir at the door, bundled in a fur cloak. “Not joining them?”
“I hate snow,” mumbled Elrohir.
“So did your uncle,” whispered Elrond to himself.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Elrond & Kiddles