Glorfindel Says …

Snow had fallen overnight – deep, lovely snow that covered the lawns and pathways with a carpet of white, marked only by the runic prints of birds. 

In the grey light of dawn Elladan and Elrohir burst into their parents’ room and leaped onto the bed.  “Ada!  Nana!  It’s been snowing!  Can we go outside and play?”

Celebrian sighed as she sat up, knowing full well that it would be pointless to refuse.  “Very well.  But you must dress warmly.”

“We will!” Elrohir promised.  He shivered theatrically.  “It’s cold.  Glorfindel says it’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a Balrog!”