Later that night, in Hentmirë’s little guest room, Legolas and Eowyn climbed into bed.

“Tired?” asked Legolas.

“Yes, but in a good way.” She snuggled close, resting her head on her elf’s chest. “This is our first real Yuletide, Lassui, with all our friends.”

“I know, melmenya,” said Legolas, kissing the crown of her head and whispering, “the companion of my spirit. Now, close your eyes, and sleep—you must rise in a few hours’ time.”

And, closing his own eyes, he sang softly,

“Holly, ivy, mistletoe,
And the gently falling snow,
Peace and hope and love abide,
This Yuletide.”