AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Warning: Use of animal fur as it is middle earth and manmade fabrics don't exist.
Advent Day 18
Winter clothes.
The first to be gifted new clothes that winter was the resident thief. Nori was quietly happy to find a new set of fingerless, leather gloves in a soft grey, etched with dark grey and lined with the softest fleece. He nearly shed a tear when he came across boots and belt of the same.
Bilbo was next and his huffed laughter could be heard three floors away as he discovered the soft knit, especially sized socks in his bed chambers. He took great delight in wiggling his red and green toes at people the following morn.
Fili and Kili found their gifts together. Waxed leather capes, cut to their specific fighting styles somehow worked their way onto the coat hook by the door of their quarters. Kili's in the darkest shade of grey and lined with teal blue. Fili's in a dyed job of deep mauve and lined with a shimmering pale grey.
Ori found his on his desk in the royal library, tucked carefully by his candle holder and quill set. A new grey leather satchel, lined with a wonderfully patterned, lilac muslin. Latched with a bronze clasp and etched with his family sigil.
Thorin found his at the same time as Dwalin and Gloin. They'd headed to the training grounds for a quick spar and found them tucked in their allocated duckets. Dwalin's a new belt, cleverly woven strands of an almost black, green leather, backed with a khaki green fleece and buckled by an enamelled Star of Durin. Gloin grinned widely as he pulled out a blood red knitted under jerkin, cleverly woven with his family crest. Thorin's was, like his nephews, a cloak cut specially to his fighting style. His made of a midnight blue, velvet and embroidered in silver with all the symbols of Durin's line.
Bifur and Bofur found theirs tucked carefully away on the market stall they worked at. Bifur unwound a beautifully knit, rust coloured scarf, before gleefully draping it around his neck several times. Bofur cackled in delight as he unearthed a new fur hat, ear flaps and all, this one lined beautifully with a rich mustard yellow silk.
Bombur's literally stopped him in his tracks as he tripped over a pair of Olive-green leather boots, lined with the most sumptuous olive-green fleece and edged with a rich brown fur.
Balin was warming his hands by the fire in his office when he spotted it carefully arranged on his desk. A ruby red hat of the softest velvet carefully lined and edged with white ermine. Beside it sat a beautiful muff of winter ermine, lined with the softest fleece, dyed a deep red. A new belt of red leather was draped over the back of his chair. He fingered his old worn-out cape and smiled softly; the gifts would go a long way to keep him warm over the coming months.
Dori awoke one morning warm than he was accustomed to and snuggled into the softest of fabrics. He blinked slowly as he took in the fur edged, mulberry coloured velvet cape draped across his bed. His eyes drifted across the room and he gasped in shock as they fell upon a beautifully embroidered, rich mulberry tunic made of the softest material he had ever seen.
Oin was the last to find his, kept busy as he had with an onset of head colds. He walked stiffly into his office one day to find them casually hung on his coat rack. A beautiful corduroy smoking jacket, lined with almost bronze velvet and caught with a brass cord belt. Beside it hung a pair of brown, suede fingerless gloves and a pair of moleskin slippers lined with rabbit fur stood at the feet.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.