25th Girithron
After sharing a merry breakfast together, Legolas and Eowyn
and their special guests withdrew to their private sitting room
to exchange Yuletide gifts. The friends pulled their chairs
close to the cheery fireAragorn beside Arwen, Eomer with
Lothiriel, Hentmirë (rather uncomfortably) sandwiched between
Thranduil and Gimli, and Legolas and Eldarion sitting on the
floor at Eowyns feet.
When I was your age, or thereabouts, said Legolas
to the little boy, there was something I wanted more than
anything in the world
A winged horse, said Thranduil.
No Ada, said Legolas, laughing. At least,
not as much as I wanted one of these. He turned
back to Eldarion. It is not a real one, nadithen, but
your Aunt thinks that you will like it even better. He
smiled up at Eowyn who, with a little flourish, produced a large
red-and-green parcel from behind her chair, and held it out
to the child.
Eldarion looked to his mother for guidance.
What do you say, ion nín? asked Arwen.
Thank you.
You are most welcome, said Legolas.
Well, said Aragorn, shall I help you open
it? He slid from his chair and knelt beside his son, holding
the parcel steady whilst Eldarion pulled off its fabric wrapping.
The boy laughed.
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