Characters; The post war Rohirrim.
For the 'River' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Osred left the warm byre. Grandmother and Gytha would milk the cows and the goats; that was women’s work.
From the house came the sound of voices – soon the others would tumble out into the new snow.
Last winter he, too, would have thought firstly of fun. It seemed a long time ago. Grandmother said that time was a river and, try as you might, you could no more go back upstream than could a feather or a twig.
As the door opened he suddenly smiled, gathered up snow, and formed a snowball. Sometimes you could, he thought, tread water…