Imagine wondering why King Thranduil’s crown is made out of mistletoe and he offers to demonstrate why by kissing you
You had never seen such a feast before in your life. The spread of vegetables and leafy greens was far larger for this evening’s supper, for Christmas Eve was certainly a night to celebrate and the moon shone huge in the black velvet sky, the yin to its yang. Between the common carrots and exotic fruits, flashes of beautiful elven smiles splintered through the tinkling laughter. Starlight rained in and brought the whole spread to life with the haunting silver of the full moon.
You breathed deeply. Servers slid in between guests to dole out puddles of succulent broth into the bowls beneath their chins.