[Imladris]

Felly stared at the newcomers and shook her head. They were kind of strange, but strange is good! Was good. Fellyy frowned and stared at the sky, wishing she was weird.

A voice called out for refreshments, but Felly ignored her until the word "eggnog" graced her ear. Eggnog! Glorious drink. Think, creamy, soft. It just filled your mouth, bathing your tongue in an ambrosial elixer. Her mother never made eggnog, well, hardly ever.

Dropping her half formed snowball, Fellwyne turned as if in a daze and stumbled toward the inn, eggnog the primary thing on her mind. The war of orcs and shieldmaidens did not matter now. Other children left their play and streamed towards the woman and the warm room that awaited them as they sipped -- or ate -- their preferred treat.

With a burst of energy, Felly (determined to be the first to get to the Horse) burst into the fastest run she could muster in the deep snow (which wasn't very fast), and plunged into a hidden snowbank. Coughing and spluttering, she pulled herself out and dragged herself the rest of the way towards the kind woman.

She reached the Inn and, stomping the lingering snow from her feet and brushing off the clinging flakes from her clothing, she dashed in and and impatiently waited for the chance to get her eggnog, which did come, sooner or later.

Retreating to a nearby nook beside the fireplace, she cradled the wooden cup in her hand and admired the pallid drink that dipped and swirled as she fondled her cup. Closing her eyes, she brought it to her lips and drank deeply.