Drabbletag: Lord of the Rings - Rosie/Diamond
Title: Yule Feast Preparations and a Present
Prompt: 'Laugh' by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Rosie/Diamond
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Note: FLUFFFFFF. Hobbits turn to fluff when I write them, especially Rosie.
The Gardners had decided to spend the Yule of 1431 at Brandy Hall. It was the children's favourite, full of great excitements - clubs, libraries, and dozens of chances for mischief. Rosie and Sam had to admit it didn't hurt to have more people around to look after the ever-growing lot; the Crickhollows, as they'd come to think of them, were here as well this year, and too many cousins and aunts of theirs to count. Come Yule Eve there would be such a feast that would satisfy the hungriest among them.
Rosie, feeling suddenly useless, soon joined in on the feast preparations. There were cooks and scullery maids everywhere in the kitchen, and meat and grain being brought in and baked at every hour. It hardly seemed likely that her pies and jam would feel like much of a snack in comparison. Finally Diamond had to drag her away from the kitchen before she got trampled.
'And I thought managing our lot was a lot of work!' Rosie laughed as she was led away.
'Poor Rosie!' Diamond, who was sometimes prone to melancholy, smiled her happy smile, which was the sort cheer and warm the heart whenever presented, and Rosie's was a heart well receptive to happiness. She grinned back at her practically-sister-in-law, and kissed her cheek.
'Come on,' said Diamond, still smiling, and kissed her mouth. 'Let me take care of you for a change.'
On a Shire Yule, like on birthdays, everyone got a share of the presents.
Prompt: 'Laugh' by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Rosie/Diamond
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Note: FLUFFFFFF. Hobbits turn to fluff when I write them, especially Rosie.
The Gardners had decided to spend the Yule of 1431 at Brandy Hall. It was the children's favourite, full of great excitements - clubs, libraries, and dozens of chances for mischief. Rosie and Sam had to admit it didn't hurt to have more people around to look after the ever-growing lot; the Crickhollows, as they'd come to think of them, were here as well this year, and too many cousins and aunts of theirs to count. Come Yule Eve there would be such a feast that would satisfy the hungriest among them.
Rosie, feeling suddenly useless, soon joined in on the feast preparations. There were cooks and scullery maids everywhere in the kitchen, and meat and grain being brought in and baked at every hour. It hardly seemed likely that her pies and jam would feel like much of a snack in comparison. Finally Diamond had to drag her away from the kitchen before she got trampled.
'And I thought managing our lot was a lot of work!' Rosie laughed as she was led away.
'Poor Rosie!' Diamond, who was sometimes prone to melancholy, smiled her happy smile, which was the sort cheer and warm the heart whenever presented, and Rosie's was a heart well receptive to happiness. She grinned back at her practically-sister-in-law, and kissed her cheek.
'Come on,' said Diamond, still smiling, and kissed her mouth. 'Let me take care of you for a change.'
On a Shire Yule, like on birthdays, everyone got a share of the presents.