AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 9.
And crimson in the embers.
The forge fires were banked, gentled down for the night. Gloin smiled as their soft red light caught on his days work. Days were good in Erebor. Yule would be blessed this year.
To the right of the softly glowing hearth and basket of delicately worked silver bells, gleamed where they caught the crimson light. He would deliver them to the stables personally in the morning.
To the left sat a modest selection of simple decorations. His favourite, a bronze and copper wrought star, danced among the dim light of the crimson forges. His gift for his son. The rest, gifts for his loved ones, winked in the darkening forge.
As he smiled into the crimson embers of the forges Gloin thought that the days were good in Erebor indeed. His people finally had a home to celebrate Yule with their families.
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