winter was coming. It was obvious. Gandalf had pointed it out to Aragorn but he stood against it. As you and the company walk, slow, tiny, little snowflakes fall. The wind picks up and causes every halfling to shiver.

Samwise squinted as the snow started falling more and more heavily...batting the flakes out of his eyes.

It felt like mere seconds before the entire ground was covered in icy snow. It kept getting deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Until it was up halfway Sam's calf.

Frodo had already been affected. Falling over face first into the freezing snow. Legolas turned back and pointed out how if the snow kept up, the halflings would be buried by the morning if they were to sleep.

Sam shivered and rubbed his reddening hands together. His face puffy, red, and runny. He was suffering in the harsh weather.

"U-usually I don't mind the cold-...but at the same time whenever it is cold I'm in bed...."

Sam whines and stops for a moment to collect himself. Breathing heavily as well. He wipes his nose and shivers.

"Oh! In all of middle earth! Doesn't anyone have a cloth a I wrap up in?...I'm freezing to death!"

Samwise cries basically as he watches Gimli carry Frodo, and Legolas carry Merry. Pippin was braving it out. He needed nobody! No one. He was magma blooded. Never affected by such cold. But Sam, he looked around desperately for someone to come to his aid. He was vulnerable as a halfling.