A treat for day 16 of the @officialtolkiensecretsanta 2020 Advent Calendar! This is for the NSFW prompt “Love Letters” - though it’s not very NSFW, just a little dirty talk.
Rating: M | No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Celebrían/Elrond
Characters: Celebrían, Elrond
Word count: 567
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Dearest Elrond,
Your words to me when we last spoke have warmed my heart ever since. I confess the love you speak of had not then been known to me, and I apologize for my surprise and swift retreat, but please find comfort in knowing I have scarcely thought of anything else since.
It is as if you revealed to me the depths of my spirit, making known what has been lying quietly in my heart since the day I met you. Fear not, for the admiration you expressed to me is returned in full! I yearn to see you again, that I might let such sweet words spill from my tongue—and, perhaps, onto yours.
Is that too forward? Oh, but I cannot hold in this wanting now that it has awoken—I fear I will go mad if you will not grant me a kiss. And yet for you I would wait, dear Elrond, if that is your desire.
I love thee, and my fëa sings with it,
Lady Celebrían Siryanís of Lothlórien
Here is my entry for day 16 of the @officialtolkiensecretsanta Advent Calendar!
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Title: Hobbit Choir
Rating: General
Wordcount: 462
Summary: Young Frodo and his friends plan to sing together for Yuleday.
The young hobbit-friends gather in the field. Frodo had come up with what he considered to be a great plan for the midwinter Yuleday, which he is now excitedly explaining to his crowd of listening friends.
“You know the stories Uncle Bilbo tells about the elves in Rivendell? How they would all sing at the same time? With different harmonies? Uncle Bilbo says it is both majestic and playful. What could be better for our Yuleday celebrations?”
“That’s stupid! How would we sing in tune? Whenever I try to get Pippin to sing with me, it’s wildly off-key,” said Merry.
“We practice, of course!” says Fatty. “I’m in!”
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The next day, the friends meet in the same field. There had originally been six of them, including Frodo, but Sam had convinced three of his older siblings to come along, and Merry and Pippin had rounded up a variety of other hobbit-children, so the group now numbered twenty-one.
“It seems like everyone’s here,” said Frodo. “Let’s get started?”
“Can we all choose a song?” asked May, Sam’s sister. “How many songs are we going to sing?” asked Pippin.
“Well, that’s up to all of us,” said Frodo. “How many do you want to sing? What are some of our favorites? I think it should be something jolly, but also that impresses the adults.”
“How about two songs?” said Ella, one of Pippin’s acquaintances. “That seems like something we can manage. But… shouldn’t we vote?”
“This is silly,” said Sam. “And much too formal for my liking. Blue Skies is pretty, what do y’all think?”
“Sure,” chorused a few of the hobbits.
“I like The Fire Was Warm,” piped in Betsy shyly.
“Any complaints?” asked Frodo. “No,” said the hobbits, voices popping in and out like popcorn.
“Then let’s begin!”
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That year’s Yuleday was an unqualified success. The hobbit chorus performed in the evening, after a lovely meal with just the tasteful amount of spices. (Well, more than some would consider tasteful. But it wasn’t Bilbo’s fault that some hobbits had no interest in exciting flavors!) Frodo had attempted to keep his choir a surprise, but, of course, Bilbo had figured it out more or less on the second day of its existence, terrible secret-keeper that his nephew was. But he pretended to be surprised for the sake of Frodo and his friends - and his joy was genuine.
“Did you like it?” asked Frodo, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I was inspired by you, you know. Your stories of the elves who would try to blend their voices.”
“I loved it!” said Bilbo. “And I’m so proud of you for organizing it all. Would you and your friends have any interest in having second dessert to celebrate? Invite them all to the yard of Bag End!”
