My contribution to HASA's drabbling of The Fellowship of the Ring

Many Meetings

From under the knife, the healer’s House welcomes him with strength against the dark.

Here white smoke-rings drift in sunshine; bright voices make light of Mordor’s power. Elves, child-like and ancient, make merry in the hall. A courteous dwarf assists with cushions and the food is all that he desires.

Here Shire-talk speaks louder than shadows; man’s friendship rings truer than cravings call.

Here hope is kindled and legends live in the firelight. Guiding stars shine out in song: in evening eyes, and above the Ranger’s heart.

Here the light of Elbereth endures and Bilbo’s little hearthside brings him home.