Disclaimer ( I am not usually mushy) Happy Holiday fic =)

 It's for the "Under the Mistletoe" tolkien100 challenge... so sue me. :P
(Tolkien's characters, not mine... he just wrote too little about them post Quest after a beautiful Steward and the King Chapter....)

All the signs of the mettare celebration were apparent in Minas Tirith: multi-colored lights, glass balls, wine glasses of different shapes and sizes were at the Winter Ball. Some unknown plant also hung on the ceiling.

Aragorn and Arwen were very glad to see them and were laughing as Faramir and Eowyn approached them.

“Do you know what the plant is?” Arwen asked softly.

“Why yes, it is mistletoe!” replied Eowyn with a laugh

“It is customary to kiss your true love,” said Aragorn with a smile of delight.

“Gladly would I do this,” and Faramir embraced and kissed her.