AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 4.
Have you seen the moon above.
Thorin stopped the march to reclaim his homeland as the sky darkened, and their breaths formed in the air before them.
A fire was lit and his company slowly settled down for the night. Families curled together in the flickering firelight as they dreamt of warmer memories.
His nephews settled by his knees as the moon crested the darkened sky. His hands wove into ebony and golden strands as the largest harvest moon he had ever seen greeted them. He smiled softly as the boys dozed beside him and dreamed of a time, he and his siblings had danced under such a moon. A blessing of a moon, a hope for the future.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.