Characters/Pairing: Rosie, Frodo, Elanor
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
“Rosie, have you seen my Lórien cloak?” Frodo poked his head out of the door, eyes apologetic. Rosie sat back from her weeding and wiped her forehead on her sleeve. “I thought it was in my room, but…”
Giggling from a bush nearby made both of them glance over. Frodo suddenly laughed, a sound so rare it was as refreshing as the first warm spring rain. “There it is!” He walked over and crouched beside the bush. Rosie blinked as he uncovered little Elanor, suddenly there with giggles and gleaming golden curls, the cloak now pale grey in Frodo’s hands.