For Nancylea and Nimue for their birthdays.

I Miss…

            “Do you know what I miss right now, Bilbo?”

            Bilbo looked up from his letter to look across at his beloved Frodo, standing before the window, looking out at the gardens by which the house in which they dwelt had been built.  It was the first time since they sailed west that Frodo had spoken of missing anything in Middle Earth.

            “Snow and ice.  Winter just doesn’t feel right as winter, you must realize, without the first snowball of the season.”

            Then Livwen was there at the door, bearing a white kitten to keep them company.  Frodo smiled.  “My Snowball!”