Kin-strife for Christmas...
Needs a blow to cut such ties: that pretty chair in Osgiliath puts candles to kindling...
A mute'll find her beneath sheets of crystalline snow, unlucky Goldilocks. A violinist'll turn letter on some Dúnedain sailors: poorbread cookie crumbs for men to tail to law's indifference, that unleashes bottled rage.
Fire in the hole...
From afar, moneyed men see only foreign monkeys rampaging, not the seeds that grew this winter peach. History's course forks: they'll raise a new moon, and call him 'Castamir.'
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money, tail, chair, bread, seed, peach, snow, rope, boat, baggage, candle