A/N: A very short, very unedited and very fluffy 'winter festival' oneshot (because I don't think Christmas would exist in Middle Earth). Enjoy :)
A Party
The Hobbit hole was cosy, wood panelled halls aglow with the soft yellow light of candles. Long chains of evergreen leaves lined the walls, their piny scent mixing with the festive aromas of apple and varying other spices. Jolly music emanated from the main room, in which many Hobbits and other happy guests were dancing merrily, mulled wine flowing freely.
Needless to say, the winter festival was Frodo's favourite celebration.
Winded, the mop haired hobbit broke away from the revelry, plopping down on a low sofa next to his beloved Sam, who gave him a concerned look "Are you alright Frodo?"
Frodo smiled in return, brushing off his sinister fatigue "Just fine, Sam, just fine." He replied, landing a swift kiss on Sam's cheek. The latter blushed, said cheeks reddening gorgeously.
"I dare say you've had too much to drink, Frodo!" Sam observed, wrapping an arm around Frodo's shoulder as he settled in to the slightly larger Hobbit.
"I dare say I have!" Frodo agreed, raising his glass with a twinkle in his azure eyes.
Sam snickered, burying his sandy head in to the crook of Frodo's neck, an action which sent pleasant shivers all across Frodo's body.
"Having fun?" a light voice teased, heard clearly through a lull in the music.
Frodo looked up, a large smile crossing his face. Stood before their sofa was a man, tall enough that his head brushed the ceiling, scraggly dark hair down to broad shoulders, a sheen of sweat across his face from dancing.
"Aragorn! Having fun?" Frodo greeted his most distinguished guest.
"Yes!" the King smiled, eyes crinkling at the sides "I am very glad I was passing by at the appropriate time!"
"And so are we!" Frodo assured him, gesturing at Sam and himself.
The three exchanged small talk for a few moments more until the instruments struck up a chord again and a voice Frodo easily identified as Merry's called for Aragorn to come.
Raising his cup, Aragorn bed them farewell for the next few hours, before disappearing off in to the throng.
Frodo turned back to Sam "Do you want to dance? Or should we bring some more food out from the store?"
Sam smiled, brown eyes soft "I can fetch some food and leave you to dance, love."
Frodo punched Sam lightly in the arm, fondly scolding him "No, you do most of the work around here. Have a night off."
He looked about to protest, but a raised eyebrow from Frodo had him keeping quiet, leaning back on the green sofa with an adorable smirk.
Yes, Frodo thought as he wandered towards the cellar, humming, winter was his favourite time of year.