AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day 8.
Gold is in the candlelight.
Dis smiled softly at the sight in front of her. Her husband, curled beside her two boys. Kili, buried under the softest blanket he had ever know. Fili, arms flung as far as he could reach, blanket kicked down around his feet. Vili, her sweet golden Vili, curled into a worn chair, open story book on his lap.
The golden candle light made the air shimmer around them. Softening hard edges. Dis smiled still deeper, and tucked a patchwork blanket over her husband, bussing a kiss to the foreheads of the two males she could reach. She pulled the blanket back over Fili and settled into a rocking chair to carve.
Her face eased from its well worn worry lines as the golden candle light caught of the small parcels she had made up for the morn.
It was Yule and for once she could let the golden candle light warm her heart for the night.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.