Ale For All
Chapter 1
"And of course the sharp minds of all the Dwarfs was, unfortunately, only on the precious Mithril they were mining!" grunted Gimili dramatically!
"Yes Gimili, I know the fucking story, ya know, I was in Moria with you on the quest!" scowled the hobbit beside him, namely, Meraidoc
At this, the Dwarf chuckled and took a great swig of the fine Dwarven ale beside him. Setting his frothing tankard down again on the worn, oak table, he wiped his lips free of ale with his beard.
"Ahhh, well my little hobbit, you are so short, I barely noticed you!"
"I'm not much shorter than you my sharp-tounged friend! And you mustn't insult hobbit size here!" Merry growled but he was nearly smiling. Although this was mostly due to the beer!
"And why not, dear Merry?"
"Well," he muttered, drawing himself up to his full height, "this be the Shire's Green Dragon pub and you are surrounded for miles and miles by my own folk! We may be small, but when angered, it just isn't pretty!"
"Calm down Merry! Calm down!" yelled Gimili, waving his arms around wildly, nearly upsetting his drink!
In a dark corner of the pub, observing this conversation carefully sat a stooped figure with sharp eyes and a mind only for gossip. Lobelia Sackville-Baggins was currently planning her next gossip scoop! And in the middle of her plotting web, like helpless flies, lay Gimili the Dwarf and Meriadoc Brandybuck!
"After that troublesome Frodo went away to the Green Heavens or what ever it was called, this town has been void of good gossip!" she muttered to herself, "And I hate the silence when humiliation of others is over! I'm gonna break the silence! Just you wait!"
Chapter 1
"And of course the sharp minds of all the Dwarfs was, unfortunately, only on the precious Mithril they were mining!" grunted Gimili dramatically!
"Yes Gimili, I know the fucking story, ya know, I was in Moria with you on the quest!" scowled the hobbit beside him, namely, Meraidoc
At this, the Dwarf chuckled and took a great swig of the fine Dwarven ale beside him. Setting his frothing tankard down again on the worn, oak table, he wiped his lips free of ale with his beard.
"Ahhh, well my little hobbit, you are so short, I barely noticed you!"
"I'm not much shorter than you my sharp-tounged friend! And you mustn't insult hobbit size here!" Merry growled but he was nearly smiling. Although this was mostly due to the beer!
"And why not, dear Merry?"
"Well," he muttered, drawing himself up to his full height, "this be the Shire's Green Dragon pub and you are surrounded for miles and miles by my own folk! We may be small, but when angered, it just isn't pretty!"
"Calm down Merry! Calm down!" yelled Gimili, waving his arms around wildly, nearly upsetting his drink!
In a dark corner of the pub, observing this conversation carefully sat a stooped figure with sharp eyes and a mind only for gossip. Lobelia Sackville-Baggins was currently planning her next gossip scoop! And in the middle of her plotting web, like helpless flies, lay Gimili the Dwarf and Meriadoc Brandybuck!
"After that troublesome Frodo went away to the Green Heavens or what ever it was called, this town has been void of good gossip!" she muttered to herself, "And I hate the silence when humiliation of others is over! I'm gonna break the silence! Just you wait!"