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Written for the White challenge at Tolkien_Weekly.
Pippin, Merry, and the younger elves went sledding after the early snowfall. Eyes grey and overcast, the man watched in silence.
"Boromir, do you not have snow in your land?"
"In the high mountain passes, far from my home."
Merry pointed to the back of the toboggan. "Come on!"
Legolas bit his lip. "It is not wise to put such heavy weight in back; you will go…"
Small boots pushed into the snow. "Boromir, tuck your feet in!"
A sliding drop--
Then fountains of white as they tipped over. The elf shook his head. "...Too fast."
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