***The 'Snowed' Inn ***

[Imladris]

Fellwyne shivered violently and dived into the snow to avoid a hurtling, whistling snowball. Brushing her reddish, homespun dress, she glanced wistfully at her mittenless hands (now turning red and puffy) and would have glanced at her scarfless neck, but that was quite impossible.

The little orcs had redoubled their attack. Aëria looked at her and said, "You should have brought your armour, Felly."

Should have brought your armour, Felly Fellwyne mimicked to herself.

An old lady had approached Mellon, and another lad had joined her. "I shall return," she said and sprinted toward the woman, whom she now recognized as Ruthven.

Creeping towards the woman with the warm stuff, Fellwyne peered above the edge of the cart and snatched a pair of mittens from it.

Swiftly returning to the field of battle, she saw that another you had joined their fray. She wondered if he would join the shieldmaidens and their Rohirrim allies, or if he would join the mindless rabble of the orcs of scum.