Author: Elwen of the Hidden Valley
Chracters: Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Elrond
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien
“I thought Rivendell was to be all sunshine and blue sky!” Sam grumbled, shaking rain from his hair and eliciting a yelp from Frodo, who struggled to peel off his own sodden jacket.
“Even elven flowers need rain, Master Gamgee.”
Lord Elrond stood in the doorway, flanked by Merry and Pippin, their arms loaded with towels and blankets and clearly biting back grins. Once Elrond departed Merry dissolved into laughter. “I think he'll forgive you, Sam. But lets get you out of these wet clothes. I suspect he'll be less forgiving if Frodo comes down with a chill.”