It's hard having a vacation when one of the things you're getting away from seems to know exactly how to find you.
Woke up this morning to this standing outside my window:
This meaning that Elfwine's around here somewhere if his horse is. Bah.
And to boot, it's snowing. I'm going to go get a blanket and see if Valandil remembered her sword so I can use it on an annoying little Rohirrim.