[Nurumaiel]

Six horses cantered slowly to the inn, where the snow lay about in a beautiful, glittering whiteness. Six horses... it was quite a few to come riding up to a snowball fight, and a few paused to see if anything exciting was happening. If there were hoping for excitement, however, they were disappointed, for it was only a family. Five children of all different ages dismounted their horses and stared at the snowball fight. Two of them glanced at each other and winked with happy smiles. A younger child about four years of age was still atop a horse with his father, and a babe was nestled warmly in his mother's arms, his blue eyes staring about in wonder.

They were curious-looking for a family of Rohan, and it could be safely assumed that more recent ancestors of theirs were originally from Gondorian. There was not one strand of gold hair upon their heads, save two, but only when the sun or another source of great light shone upon their heads. Five out of the nine in the family had dark eyes, and only two of the nine had really blue eyes. It could perhaps be doubted that they even came from Rohan, but the way they handled the horses did not look as the manner of a family of Gondor.

The children seemed a bit shy to participate in the main fight, so instead their own little battle began when a boy who looked about ten or eleven years of age with brown eyes and hair, picked up a snowball and sent in flying at the eldest brother, who immediately threw one back. Seven was a fair amount for a snowball fight, but every so often they looked wistfully towards the other children, perhaps thinking of what fun it would be to join them. The four-year-old child was soon assisted off the bay horse he had been mounted upon and came limping across the snow towards the other children, laughing and every so often pausing to hurtle of clump of snow at a member of his family. He was a very handsome lad, with brown curls and very dark eyes, and he appeared to be quite enjoying himself. Several times he lost his balance and needed help getting up, but nothing daunted him and he continued to limp across the snow. Every so often he would utter some sentence that mightn't have made much sense if one wasn't use to his manner of speaking.

The babe pointed at the snow, the inn, and all the people, 'oo'ing to no end, his blue eyes wide and eager to join in, but to his great disappointment he wasn't allowed. It would have been best for him, however, for there was no doubt that he would not have enjoyed the snow after he was seated inside of it.

Various battle cries rang out from that group of children as they pelted snowballs at one another, heedless of who they hit or who was hitting them. There were no sides for them, just as much fun as they could muster.