Last Yule
(Exactly 100 words)

Elrond Half-elven carefully wrapped the wooden figurine in a soft cloth and set it into the small, velvet-lined casket that lay on the writing table. A snuffle and sneeze from the armchair closest to the hearth caught his attention. "Bilbo?" He abandoned the gaming set he was packing, and stooped down to check on his house guest, "How are you feeling?"

Bilbo blew his nose and answered, "Much better, actually. I thought I might venture to the Hall of Fire tonight, despite this infernal cold. It's my last Yule in Rivendell, and I don't want to miss a minute of it."