"Eriador. Home..." Aragorn sighed, once they were getting near the western end of the Redhorn Pass.
"Over two months later than we said we'd be... We'll be spending the next five years patrolling the Ettenmoors," Halbarad observed darkly.
"Well, you will, at least," Aragorn grinned, as he sat down on a rock to take a swig from his waterskin.
"Not necessarily. I have the Chieftain's ear," and with a quick move, Halbarad had Aragorn in a stranglehold, making true on his statement. "With some persuasion, he might do a good word for me with the patrol's captain."
"And if he doesn't?" Aragorn asked.
He found himself trying to breathe through the large handful of snow Halbarad was rubbing in his face.
"Then he'll need more persuading," Halbarad replied, as he jumped back and wisely put himself out of arm's reach.
Aragorn bent down and quickly scooped up a handful of snow himself. Throwing as he turned round, he missed.
"Hah!" Halbarad exclaimed, and threw his next projectile, striking Aragorn on the shoulder.
This time Aragorn retaliated succesfully, and a rapid exchange of snowballs followed, until Halbarad slipped and fell. He went down in the powdery snow, and Aragorn waited for him to get up again. When no movement followed, Aragorn first suspected a trick, then he grew concerned and walked over to where Halbarad was lying in the snow. As soon as he came near enough, Halbarad kicked out and swept his feet from under him.
"Careless... You should know better," Halbarad commented drily as Aragorn landed in the snow next to him.
As they looked at each other sitting there, covered in snow, Aragorn tried to keep his expression serious, but Halbarad's grin was infectious enough that both soon collapsed in a fit of laughter.
"So, about the Ettenmoors patrol?" Halbarad asked when he had regained his breath.
"I might be able to get that down to four years," Aragorn replied. "Maybe three."
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