AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 1.
Have you seen the mistletoe?
Bilbo's parent's first introduced him to the plant. His father would collect his golden knife from its special box and wrapped warmly in their best knits the three of them would trek to the nearest woods to collect the plant.
Bilbo was fascinated by the almost iridescent silver-green leaves and creamy white berries. Even into his adult life he would treasure the memories of his father's thanks as he cut the delicate stems. A small bunch only, but one that would be tied with the softest of grey velvet ribbon and hung proudly from the porch at the front of Bag End.
He would hold dear the smiles of the adults he knew as they caught sight of that small bunch of wildernesses within Hobbiton. His heart warmed as he recalled bright smiles, soft kisses to cheeks.
Most of all he wished that he would one day find someone to dip him under the almost ethereal plant. For someone to plant a loving kiss to his lips as the cold brightened cheeks, and the magic of the season brightened eyes.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.