Falling Leaves
Two: Meeting Uncle Strider
King Elessar dismounted his stallion, Queen Arwen lithely slipping off her mare behind him.
"Greetings, Master Samwise, Mistress Rose," said the king, bowing politely. The hobbits returned the salutation.
Elessar looked at the little hobbit girl beside them, who was barely fifteen years old her hair golden bright. "And who is this lovely golden flower?" he asked.
The hobbit girl blushed as Sam stroked her hair. "This is Elanor, our pride and joy," he said. "Elanor, meet Stri – I mean, King Elessar."
Elessar kissed Elanor's brow. "Uncle Strider is fine."
She blushed. "'Tis an honor to meet you, Uncle Strider."
Both "Far Away" and "Meeting Uncle Strider" written for my friend Avendya.