AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 6.
And red is in the holly.
Thranduil had always admired the hardiness of the holly plant. No matter the weather, its leaves shone such a glossy green. Its berries shone from the darkness and glowed with whatever light they caught. It became a tradition of sorts to deck his halls with boughs of the plant. Soft grey columns merely gave it more vibrancy. Candlelight and firelight, made it glow with a brilliance that not even the brightest gems could match.
As the frost and snow swirled in on a winter wind, it grew yet more beautiful. The edges of its leaves softened with silver, and the berries becoming iced with diamonds.
He smiled down at the crown he was weaving for the yule feast. No, not even the brightest of gems could match the heart stopping beauty of the simple holly.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.