5. Happy Yule by Aranel Took
They were greeted by a rush of children. "Uncle Gimli! Uncle Legolas!" the children cried out and all thirteen surrounded their guests for hugs and kisses.
"Let them come in and warm up!" their mother admonished them.
Gimli and Legolas were seated by the parlor fire and fussed over by Sam and Rosie. Hot mugs of tea were put into their hands and a plate full of cookies were offered. Once they were warmed and fed, Gimli pulled his bag into his lap. "Who would like their Yule present?" he asked.
Thirteen voices all cried out, "Me!" At a stern look from Rosie they added, "Please."
Gimli chuckled and opened the bag he had laid at his feet. "Ho, ho! What do I have here?" he said cheerily. He winked at the children and pulled out a delicately carved wooden bird with jewels for eyes. "For Miss Elanor," he said, and Elanor stepped forward to receive her gift. He reached in again and pulled out a tree made from twined strands of metal and tiny green stones for leaves. "For Master Frodo." he said.
He continued eleven more times, until little Tom had received the final gift, a mechanical rabbit that moved its ears when a key was wound in its back. Then Gimli sat back to watch the happy, giggling children play with their gifts. He thought there wasn't any sound so delightful as the sound of a laughing hobbit child.
"They're wonderful gifts," Rosie said.
"I enjoy making things for the children," Gimli said. "Legolas even helped me." He gave a hearty laugh. "I never imagined elves would be so good at making toys!"
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