AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 10.
White is in the winter's night.
They had travelled along way from home. Though all weathers, and dealt with things no hobbit should ever face.
The ground was a carpet of white by the time Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam reached Rivendell. A last stop before they headed home.
They were greeted warmly. Bilbo wrapping them all in a lavender scented hug, pressing mugs of steaming, spiced wine into their hands and promising a hot bath, and soft beds.
Elrond promising to send food to their rooms. Hands gentle as the elf seemed softened around the edges.
Frost licked at the plants climbing around the windows. The chill of the air, barely stirring shimmering curtains filled the air with scents of home long forgotten.
Warm and relaxed from their bath the four hobbits joined Bilbo to sit on a sheltered veranda. Frodo leaned into Bilbo's side. "I promised you I would be back for the first snow fall uncle."
Bilbo wrapped a wrinkled arm, delicately around his boys much too thin shoulders. "That you did my boy. You made it home to me."
Aged eyes met the eyes of the three who had accompanied his boy. "You all did." Bilbo smiled softly and gestured at the brilliant white landscape, the sparkling snow in the moon light. "You saved us all. Thank you."
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.