AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 17
Yule treats.
Tauriel shook the light dusting of snow from her cloak as she joined her king and her prince in the small, private sitting room at the heart of the palace. The corridors were cold, but the room was warmed by a log fire and cosy with wall hangings. She sank into a carved wooden chair and gratefully accepted a finely carved glass of mulled, ginger wine and a small plate of cranberry and clementine madeleines.
Bard found himself seated at the head of his family table, while the wind whistled outside, with frost and ice turning the world grey. The gas lamps were glowing in their bronze holders and the table itself was set with linen his daughter had embroidered. He raised a mug of spiced cider in a toast to his family and then stood to carve the Gravlax and fresh baked brown bread. Where his son had managed to get the dill and mustard sauce he didn't know, but they would eat well this Yule.
Bombur smiled proudly as he watched over the ovens. The Venison haunch was nearly complete in it's roasting, along with the accompaniments of beetroot, shallots and horseradish. Barrels of rich, cocoa spiked porter had been tapped in the main dinning hall. While the tables were set with hewn stone tankards, plates of polished metal and cutlery of polished silver.
Bilbo curled up in his chair, comfortable by the warming fire. His nephew was sleepily lazing against his knee as they both nibbled at roast chestnuts and candied fruits, while sipped brandy laced hot chocolate. Garlands of greenery hung around the walls and a single candle glowed by the window, illuminating the softly falling snow in the darkening evening.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.