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Author’s Note: This story takes place when Daeron and Halmir are 12 years old, the year before they are to enter the military Academy. Lord Laedren (Daeron’s father), and Captain-General the Lord Boromir make several appearances in this fic.



Disclaimer: If you recognise it, Tolkien owns it. If you don’t recognise it, I own it. No copyright infringement is intended.



Dedicated to Rhyselle with much affection and thanks.



Yule Gifts



By Dancingkatz



T.A. 3010 – Near Midwinter (Yule)



Intent on what he was doing, Daeron was surprised when the door slammed open and Halmir burst into the room. As his best friend greeted him he stared in dismay at the gouge that now marred the once smooth leather.


“What--? Oh, Daeron, I’m sorry!” Halmir skidded to a halt by the table and bit his lip when he saw the damage to the all but completed bracer.


“Go away, Halmir.” Daeron wouldn’t look at his friend because he was afraid that he’d lose his temper completely. It was only a week until Yule, and the gift he was making for his father was ruined. ”Don’t say anything. Just… go away!”


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This ficlet was the result of a brainstorm by mctabby who came up with "Blame Someone Else Day" where people submitted character combos and/or plot ideas for fics they'd love to read but would never write. The Sorting Cat (no, that is not a typo) matched me up with angelofthenorth to write a "Snape Meets Jesus" story. This is the result...

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Scribbletwins is rhyselle and dancingkatz, a pair of real-life identical twins who write original and derivative (fan) fiction, non-fiction and poetry. Some of our work is written individually and other pieces are collaborations.

We hope you like what you read here. Reviews and critiques are more than welcome.