AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 5.
Green is in the mistletoe.
It was an easy to overlook thing, Ori mused, so small and hidden away among towering branches. It wasn't edible, he knew that much. Yet it brought his hobbit friend so much joy. He'd seen sea-green eyes soften at the corner and become slightly misty. He'd seen full lips curl in a secret smile. The tense set of shoulders had softened the first glance his hobbit friend had caught of the tiny sprig spirited into the halls of Erebor.
If Ori didn't understand the importance of the demure plant, it didn't matter. It brought his hobbit friend joy.
So it was, every Yule, Erebor greeted its guests, great and simple alike, with a innocent spring of grey-green leaves, and creamy-soft berries.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.