As Roggie trounced away from Edoras back toward the Misty Mountains, something big and cold struck him from behind and doused his firemane. He felt the back of his head. It was a mound of snow. No child of the Rohirrim could make a snowball that big. Not twenty together could. Roggie slowly turned around. It could mean only one thing.
SMACK!
Roggie had closed his eyes in the nick of time. He peeled the snowball away from his eyes and wiped the clinging flakes from his firebeard. It was time to hightail it to the nearest mountain as fast as he could, right behind Helm's Deep. Roggie sprinted, taking a mile at a stride, and dove behind Helm's Deep just as another snow boulder whizzed by his left ear.
"You were lucky that time, Roggie!"
Roggie peered over the edge of Deep. He dug deep into the mountainside and picked up a mass of snow of his own, and shaped it into a mountain sized snowboulder.
"Chew on this, Tulkas!" Roggie tossed the snowboulder. It sailed for miles and miles over a half dozen mountain peaks, and caught Tulkas, god of Valinor, right between the eyes.
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Ędegard looked up from his fort a moment, back over the White Mountains behind him. He was certain that he saw snow balls the size of Meduseld sailing from east to west, and from west to east through the mountains.
He was about to nudge Felli to point them out, but they stopped. He shrugged and turned around just in time to receive a not so soft snowball right in the kisser. He sneezed. Hard.
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