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"Oh dear!" Faramir laughs and reaches over to help untangle her. "I see he shares my fascination already!"

Thus do the days go by - in the early stages, things are much the same, changes happening so slowly as to only be noticed on looking back. Day by day, Elboron grows more alert, and Eowyn grows stronger. They take him to the stables, where the horses snuffle at him curiously and one of the stable cats promptly adopts him, thereafter found occasionally curled up in his cot, somehow managing to enter through all the locked doors unseen.

Soon enough, he's big enough to go on further excursions, and now at last Faramir and Eowyn find the chance to get out of doors. The air, by this point, is definitely chilly, and there's snow on the ground as often as not - but they are both dressed warmly and Elboron is bundled up enough that he begins to look somewhat indignant at his sudden inability to move. They've gone as far as Henneth Annun. The waterfall does not freeze, being far too powerful for that, but the river above and the pond below does, a little, creating magical landscapes of strange crystalline shapes. It's too cold for a true picnic, but not for a brisk ride and a warm drink.