Winter with the Fellowship

by

Draco's Daughter

Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to Tolkien.

A/N: The area in which I live has experienced the first major SNOWstrom of the season. We usually just get ice storms. I'm writing this story to celebrate the snow. Snow is fun. Remember, the Fellowship started their journey in December.

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"Aww, comeon, it's just one itty bitty snowball," Pippin begged. They had been tramping through the snow for several hours and certain members were growing bored. Especially the Hobbits.

"No, I don't think he'd appreciate it. Don't know if they have snowball fights," Merry countered. Pippin snorted and watched as his breath fogged before his face. He decided that he would do it anyways. Stooping, Pippin picked up a handful of snow and carefully packed it into a ball. Taking aim, he tossed it. Legolas, the elf member of the fellowship walked along, minding his own business when SLPAT! Something hit him in the back of the head. Something wet and cold. He reached back and felt the remains of the snowball, growling. He turned to see Pippin looking innocent and pointing at Merry. Legolas sniffed, formed his plan of attack, and stepped out of the line, climbing a tree. Once there, he waited until the hobbits were directly underneath him. Without warning, he began shaking the branch he sat on, releasing a lot of snow on Boromir's head! The elf had misjudged, he gave out a small eep before leaping out of the tree and getting back to his place, trying to look inconspicuous. Boromir, however, was not a forgiving man. With a scowl he brushed the snow off his shoulders and gave himself a little shake to remove the rest. He knew only the elf was that good at climbing. Boromir then stooped down, scooped up some snow, formed a rather large snowball, took aim, and threw it. Legolas, anticipating the counter attack, moved at the last possible moment and watched as SPLAT! There went Gimil's helm into a snowdrift. Gimli turned as the elf began laughing at the sight. Gimli glowered at the elf before gathering up and armload of snow and throwing the "snow-boulder" at the Princeling. Legolas was almost buried.

"Now, that's funny," Gimli stated with a laugh. Legolas shook himself.

"You know, this means war," Legolas replied.

"Well, then, arm yourself laddie!" Gimli stated. Immediately, Boromir and Gimli formed and unholy alliance to get the elf, Merry and Pippin formed their own alliance to get as many people as possible, and Legolas was on his lonesome. That didn't matter, he was quicker. Soon, snow was flying back and fourth, successfully hitting all parties involved. Then, without warning, a flying snowball hit Aragorn square in the back. The man turned to see a good percent of the Fellowship with snowballs in their hands and snow covering their bodies.

"Gentlemen, what's going on?" Aragorn asked, crossing his arms and scowling. The only answer he got was several snowballs hitting him in the face.

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The word "snow" appears in this story eight times.

The word "snowball" appears in this story five times.