Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.
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Merry Christmas! :)
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Frodo Baggins was ten years old when he witnessed a white Yule. It was called a white Yule due to all the snow that came to Buckland. Frodo stared at the snowy landscape in wonder and intrigue. The icicles hung from the wood before the front door. Frodo nearly stepped outside when his mother, Primula Baggins, dragged him back in.
Frodo was a perky chap with bright blue eyes, lighter-than-usual skin from the Fallohide blood on his mother's side, fair elvish features, short pointy ears, and soft, thick, curly brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet. Today, he wore a blue shirt, red suspenders, and light blue breeches.
Frodo's mother had light brown hair, lighter-than-usual skin, fair features, short pointy ears, and blue eyes. She wore a blue dress with lace around the puffy sleeves and bottom of her gown.
However, the moment Frodo was dragged inside the house, Primula looked at him with concern, brushing off his clothes.
"Mum, I'm fine!" Frodo cried loudly.
"I just want to make sure you don't have snow on you," Primula said, checking him over a second time. "No. You're good, but don't go outside without your cloak."
"All right," Frodo chuckled.
"Frodo, don't you have gift giving to do?" Drogo Baggins, Frodo's father, asked, sipping his drink.
Drogo had soft, thick, dark brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet, similar to his son. He had blue eyes, pale skin, fair, rugged features, and short pointy ears. He was donned in a white shirt, brown suspenders, and tan breeches.
Drogo smiled, watching his ten-year-old son head into the parlor. Drogo followed his wife into the parlor, too. There, Frodo squealed in delight at all the presents. He calmed down, passing his gifts to his parents, watching when his parents also gave him gifts.
It was so much fun. It made the day worth it.
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Frodo looked out the window. The stars were so beautiful, and one star shooting across the horizon. Frodo closed his eyes, making a wish. He opened his eyes, surprised nothing had changed. He sighed, grateful nothing did.
What he did wish for, that evening, was that his parents were safe. The wish came true, for another two years. Then he lost everything after his parents died. It was so devastating, but he learned one thing: wishes do come true on Yule.
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Thanks for reading. :)