It was a poor imitation of the Yule feast Thorin remembered from years long past as a child in Erebor, but the boys seemed to enjoy it all the same. Written for Tolkien Secret Santa Advent Calendar Day 1: Feasting.

"I have lived close to the children of men for a long while, my love. I am not as unobservant as some would make me out to be." Thranduil says, very matter-of-factly, "I know that each child gets one gift from the bearded centaur in the sky." Thranduil makes a vague gesture with his hand and ties off the ribbon on Bain's gift. Mirkwood & Dale Family Fluff.

By now the sun has set low upon the horizon, cooling the air in the clearing. Legolas finds himself leaning against a great oak near the edge of the clearing, a glass of slowly warming icewine cradled between his fingers as he catches his breath. [Atmospheric Mirkwood Ficlet]

"Have you been staying warm? Or are you as chilled in my absence as I am in yours?" Hithriel imagines him smiling to himself after writing that and rolls her eyes. Written for the Tolkien Secret Santa Advent Calendar - Prompt: Love Letters