(Sorry it’s so late. I swear, this was meant to be a Yuletide story.)
Summary:
Dashing through the snow, with a pit warg in the lead –
Or, Bilbo and Thorin have their first Yule Day in the Shire.
Thank you to @tea-blitz for the beta, and to @omgkatsudonplease and @anonymoussong for your liveblog series, from which I got some of the idea for Dwarves having a Festival of Lights. (This one has potato pancakes every year, though.)
Summary: Mirkwood and the Misty Mountains aren’t the only places
to find creepy-crawlies, as much as Theo might like writing about them,
and every book has to come to a (very relieving) end.
Death By Catchphrase 