-1Disclaimer(AKA, the stuff we already know): Quite obviously, I don't own these characters. I mean…dude. I'm not THAT much of a genius.
A/N: This is just a wee tiny drabble I wrote for 100moods, using the prompt "Uncomfortable". Beware! Apple violence ahead! And now for something completely different!…
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Boromir sighed loudly, tossing angrily over onto his side in yet another restless attempt at sleep. He had been laying there in the stillness for hours now, and although his eyes were weary and his body ached with the exhaustion of the many miles of that day's long journey, it seemed as though it were impossible to find any comfort on such an uneven patch of ground. In fact, to his imagination, it actually felt as though there were a very hard lump of an object pressing against sharply his side.
Boromir cursed in a hushed whisper, rolling over once more. Again, that same mysterious lump poked painfully against his back. "What IS that?," he hissed, becoming quite irritated. As he sat up straight, beginning to search the ground beneath him, his hand brushed up against a sticky object. He immediately seized it, holding it closely before his face in the darkness.
It was...an apple? Well, truth be told, it didn't much resemble an apple anymore. It was half-eaten, covered in dirt, and riddled with many tiny bite marks. The man gazed sullenly at the morsel before he finally scoffed, carelessly lobbing the remains of the apple over his shoulder before drawing his cloak about him and laying down again. He was asleep at almost the instant his head hit the ground. His ears didn't even catch the soft sound thudding of the apple bouncing off of a certain little Halfling's head, nor did they process the tiny yelp of, "Ouch!" as young Peregrin Took was stirred from his deep sleep just yards away.