Flower in the Snow

[rabidsamfan]

She caught Frodo's eye that first Yule, at the bonfire where all the village had gathered to sing songs and watch the long night through. A wide-eyed little one, with bright hair and a dress bedecked with intricate embroidery, who sat up longer than most of the children her age, listening to the stories and songs. She wasn't as grubby as the others, either, which Frodo knew betokened something, although he didn't have words to explain it, not even to himself.

Still, he watched her lean against her father's knee, and it made his heart hurt. Time to find Bilbo.


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