

Squirrels and Mud Puddles~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Squirrels and Mud Puddles
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