AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 7.
Silver in the stars above.
Gimli had found the cave when he was but a child. It became his secret place. One he would escape to when the world became too loud, just that bit too much.
It was a simple cave. Walls worn by the flow of water, not hands. Water that dripped from a natural sky light, in streams of diamonds.
Once a year, in the midst of the coldest months, the cave was transformed. In the midst of a winter night the stars above shone so silver in the inky, velvet of the night's sky. The walls of the cave glittered with their silver light. The water frozen into delicate shapes, that danced the silvery light still further.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.