Daisy, Hal and Gaddy were walking along in relative silence, the conversation had seemed to died off somewhat. Gaddy and Daisy were just walking, Leading Fallor and Lily, while Hal had his head buried in the map, trying to work out what he thought the best route was. Hal had only been given a quick course in map-reading, it not being needed for everyday use, so he was a little slow at working it out.
Soon enough the snowball fight broke out, the three didn't join in though, at first anyway. A stray snowball, thrown by none other than Branda, flew strait between Hal's face and the map and hit Gaddy in the side of the head.
"Hey! Watch the map!" said Hal,
"And my head!" Added a disgruntled Gaddy, Hal carefully folded up the map and packed it away into his trouser pocket.
Branda didn't listen to their complaints and instead threw another one at them, it headed directly at Gaddy, who ducked just in time. Then, without saying a thing all three of the group picked up some snow, rolled it into a ball and Branda found himself faced with three oncoming snowballs. He dodged one but the other two hit him on the leg and side,
"That'll teach you to throw snowballs at us!" cried Gaddy.
"Hey," said Emerald, "No one throws snowballs at my group leader and lives to tell the tale!" She threw her own snowball, which hit Daisy on the arm.
Soon the group had broken into their smaller sections and were throwing snowballs at each other, the pack animals and Bullroarer looked on, Bullroarer trying to gain some control of the situation.
__________________
"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
|