by Claudia
“Open it! Open it”
Ellohir shoved the roughly wrapped present tied in silk ribbon into Frodo’s hands.
Aragorn took a whiff of his pipe, grinning.
“What have you two been up to?” Frodo asked as he struggled to untangle all the knots.
He gasped in sharp wonder as he gazed at the delightful painting. Stroked and dabbed with loving care, Frodo sat on the edge of the fountain, blue skies and warm sunlight behind him. Ellohir perched on Frodo’s leg, riding it like a horse.
“Happy birthday!” Ellohir’s eyes lit with restless mischief. “When is it time for my presents?”