AN: I don't own any of The Hobbit characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them.

"Christmas time, Mistletoe and Wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see."

Warnings of slash in this chapter, skip it if it isn't your thing.

Mistletoe – Day 6.

Kili blushed as Bilbo dropped a chaste kiss to his stubbled cheek. "What?" he gasped out as he floundered as to where that had come from. Bilbo merely smiled happily at him and pointed to the door way. Kili frowned at the innocent looking silver leafed, white berried plant hanging there.

Kili watched Bilbo carefully that day. Whenever the hobbit passed under one of those clumps of carefully hung greenery he pressed a chaste kiss to the cheek of anyone with him. To the archer dwarf's relief all of the dwarves were confused by the hobbit's actions.

He finally cornered the hobbit that night in front of the fire in the area the Company had claimed as theirs. "What," he stated pointing at the offending greenery, "is that and why are you kissing people under it?"

Bilbo paused in his stitching and looked up at him in puzzlement. "It is Mistletoe." He tilted his head like a puppy considering a new animal, "Do dwarves not use it?"

Kili laughed a little, embarrassment forgotten momentarily. "Well since I doubt any of us know what it is, no."

Bilbo flushed slightly. "Oh dear what must everyone think of me?" His fingers knitted together and he dropped his sewing.

Fretting he had upset his hobbit Kili leant forward and grabbed the long fingers to stop them twisting together. "Nothing bad Bilbo, just a bit confused I think."

"Well then," Bilbo cleared his throat and met Kili's eyes. "It is a Shire tradition and the humans of Dale seem to do it so I just assumed your people did. You hang it and kiss underneath it."

"That's it?" Kili was confused. Surely that was an odd custom.

Bilbo's smile softened, "The idea is to catch someone you want to kiss under it, someone you like." Freeing his hands Bilbo stood, "I best go do some damage control.

Kili watched him walk to the door and eyed the Mistletoe hanging there. "Wait Bilbo."

The hobbit turned to him with a questioning smile, steeling his nerves Kili ducked his head and pressed a soft kiss to pink lips.

"Kili what?" Long fingers touched where he had just kissed and Kili leant forward and pressed their foreheads together.

"You said someone I want to kiss, someone that I liked." Afraid he'd read the situation wrong Kili made to step away when soft hands on his cheeks stopped him.

"Oh thank Yvanna." Bilbo's lips were on his and Kili swept the hobbit into a dip as he kissed him.

"I think I like your Mistletoe."

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Mistletoe is a plant that grows on willow and apple trees. The tradition of hanging it in the house goes back to the times of the ancient Druids. It is supposed to possess mystical powers which bring good luck to the household and wards off evil spirits. It was also used as a sign of love and friendship in Norse mythology and that's where the custom of kissing under Mistletoe comes from.

When the first Christians came to Western Europe, some tried to ban the use of Mistletoe as a decoration in Churches, but many still continued to use it! York Minster Church in the UK used to hold a special Mistletoe Service in the winter, where wrong doers in the city of York could come and be pardoned.

The custom of kissing under Mistletoe comes from England. The original custom was that a berry was picked from the sprig of Mistletoe before the person could be kissed and when all the berries had gone, there could be no more kissing!

The name mistletoe comes from two Anglo Saxon words 'Mistel' (which means dung) and 'tan' (which means) twig or stick. Mistletoe was also hung on the old English decoration the Kissing Bough.

*There will be 24 chapters in this collection dedicated to the days of Advent. 1 chapter dedicated for Christmas day. And 12 chapters leading us up to the Twelfth Night and through the Twelve Days of Christmas.

*Any and all requests will be taken into account. If I can't fit them in this I will dedicate them to you in one of my other collections of short stories as a Christmas present.