A little lost in all of the confusion, Eruvalde ran around wildly, throwing snowballs at whoever was available to be hit by them. She brushed her long golden hair away from her face impatiently, and rubbed at her nose frantically: it was starting to get a little numb, but if her father came out and felt it, he'd make her go back inside, and that was the last thing she wanted.
There looked to be a more organized snowball fight going on, so she jogged over to where the action was happening. An older girl, probably twice Eruvalde's age, seemed like she was one of the organizers, or at least a captain on her side of the fight, as Ru thought. She had black hair, as curly as Ru's own, and as Ru listened she heard the girl called Felly, among cries about the Shieldmaidens of Rohan. Straightening her back, making herself as tall as she could, the little girl walked up to Felly.
"I'm a shieldmaiden of Gondor," she said proudly. "I'll be your ally!"
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"Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"
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