The Twelve Days of Tolkien - Drabble Series

Many thanks to Willow of GoI for her great idea!

On the first day of Christmas, my dear muse sent to me
Young Estel in an oak tree

Estel hastily ducked behind a clump of leaves as a very annoyed Elrond came striding through the garden, calling his name. He held his breath as Elrond passed under the oak, and was sorely disappointed when he looked up sharply.

“Estel,” said Elrond in a voice that boded doom for any who dared disobey. “Come down. This very instant.”

Knowing better than to resist, the child sullenly moved to comply, but the branch creaked and swayed precariously under his weight. Suddenly, he ground seemed terribly far down indeed.

“I can’t,” he cried, clinging in fear to the branch. “I’m stuck.”