anthropology

It has now been some days since I was in the House of Elrond, having been sent there on an errand by my allies in Esteldín.  I confess that I was afraid, for never before had I met so many of the Fair Folk, nor stayed in their halls.  Sire Angild would on occasion trade with the Fair Folk of the Greenwood, but seldom, and never did I accompany him to those far distant borders.

As this festive time approaches its zenith, and as I begin my private chronicles of the world I explore, it seems only right to describe in some small detail, a supposition that I conceived of some years ago, and slowly refined over time.  It is a concept that, I confess, has received (to my admittedly limited knowledge) no serious study, and yet I think there is both merit and legitimacy to it.

So, without further ado, it is my proposition that Father Yule, the beloved gift-giving figure of legend so central to Yuletide, is Dwarvish in origin.