Fic: ‘Tis the Season: ‘Deck the Hall.’
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Deck the Hall.
Fandom: Middle-earth (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings.
Summary: Elrond explains a gift to his daughter.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
I couldn’t resist writing this.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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“Adar, what is this?”
Elrond turns, smiling when he sees the prickly dark ring in his daughter’s hands. “A gift.”
Carefully, Arwen turns it so she can study its face, frowning thoughtfully.
“It is to be hung in the home,” Elrond explains, “during winter celebrations.”
“It sounds,” Arwen offers it to her father, “like a custom of Men.”
“Or Halflings,” he chuckles, resting the wreath on the table before him.
“From what plant is it made?”
“Holly,” he promptly replies. “It brings protection to the home in the cold dark winter, I believe.”
Arwen nods, regarding the wreath anew. “It should be hung in the Hall of Fire, adar.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Should its protection not be given to the heart of Imladris during the cold dark of winter?”
He picks up the wreath, offering it to her. “Go, with my blessing.”
She curtsies as she accepts the wreath - carefully - with a smile and turns toward the wreath’s new home.
Fandom: Middle-earth (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings.
Summary: Elrond explains a gift to his daughter.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
I couldn’t resist writing this.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
“Adar, what is this?”
Elrond turns, smiling when he sees the prickly dark ring in his daughter’s hands. “A gift.”
Carefully, Arwen turns it so she can study its face, frowning thoughtfully.
“It is to be hung in the home,” Elrond explains, “during winter celebrations.”
“It sounds,” Arwen offers it to her father, “like a custom of Men.”
“Or Halflings,” he chuckles, resting the wreath on the table before him.
“From what plant is it made?”
“Holly,” he promptly replies. “It brings protection to the home in the cold dark winter, I believe.”
Arwen nods, regarding the wreath anew. “It should be hung in the Hall of Fire, adar.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Should its protection not be given to the heart of Imladris during the cold dark of winter?”
He picks up the wreath, offering it to her. “Go, with my blessing.”
She curtsies as she accepts the wreath - carefully - with a smile and turns toward the wreath’s new home.