Squirrels and Mud Puddles~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~More Like This
Elrohir of Imladris reined in his horse as a glint of sunlight off silver caught his eye.
"What is it?" his brother quizzed, with more curiosity than concern.
Elrohir nodded his head toward a large grey squirrel carrying what looked to be a silver bird with outstretched wings. A tiny, golden-haired elfling followed hot on its heels, too focused on the chase to notice the two mounted elves.
"Give that back!" the elfling demanded hotly, as his prey scurried across a large mud puddle and up a tall oak.
Too small to reach the oak's lowest branch, Legolas raced up a neighboring low-branched elm and leapt across. Undaunted, the squirrel darted inside its hole and, safely out of reach, chattered at the clever little elfling.
Elrohir thought the chattering sounded distinctly like smug laughter and decided the squirrel could not be allowed to win the day. Meeting Elladan's eyes, he saw agreement and quickly dismounted.
"You give that back or I'll bring a hawk to this tree to e