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Pipeweed is Hazardous
to Your Health
As supper was finally put away for the night, a peaceful quiet settled among the Fellowship. They had taken rest in a small glade after a long day of traveling. Boromir watched in fascination as the hobbits all brought out pipe and began packing leaf, with a word of offer, Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli joined the halflings.
In Gondor smoking pipe was not common among the people. Gandalf and a handful of people in Gondor's army were the few that partook of such an intrest. In Boromir's opinion the smell of the tabacco was not all that unpleasent. He even thought he could detect different varieties. He had never tried it personally and his curiosity was piqued.
"If I may ask," Boromir directed his inquiry to the hobbits, "do any of you grow that stuff?"
"The Brandybucks and the Tooks both grow large plots," answered Merry. "It's called Old Tobey and is the finest weed in the Shire."
"I have a small patch near my home," Sam replied ducking his head in embarassment. "Mr. Frodo helped me get it started."
Boromir's eyes fell curiously on the older hobbit. For the first time he noticed that Frodo had not partaken of the habit. "Don't you smoke Frodo?"
Frodo smiled a little. "Here and there. I have really never gotten into the habit but I enjoy the smell. It reminds me of home."
"Crazy Baggins," muttered Merry goodnaturally.
Gandalf chuckled. "As well it should. Bilbo is quite fond of his pipe."
Beside Boromir, Legolas wrinkled his nose in disdain. "I will never understand your love of those things. I gave up long ago trying to comprehend Strider's love for them."
"Have you ever tried one elf?" Gimli challenged.
Legolas shook his head, his lip curling. "I can not stand the smell of them, much less entertain the idea of smoking one, Master Dwarf."
Boromir spoke up quickly as Gimli opened his mouth. He did not want another argument between those two tonight. "Merry may I try it?"
Merry was surprised and delighted. "Of course you may."
The hobbit scampered around the fire placing his pipe in Boromir's hands.
"Caution Boromir." Aragorn warned. "It is quite a shock the first time."
Boromir nodded, heeding the man's advice. He took a small puff letting it out quickly. A strange after taste.
"No no no." Merry scolded. "Not like that." The hobbit took the pipe and took a deep puff.
Boromir nodded this time inhaling a larger breath.
He immediately wished he hadn't. It felt like a hot coal had been shoved down his throat and into his lungs. His eyes watered and he coughed and choked trying to ease the tightening in his chest.
Around him he vaguely heard the laughter of the Fellowhip at his distress.
Boromir didn't care as he tried to remember how to breath. Legolas clapped a hand to his back and sweet air rushed into his lungs. "Now you see why elves do not smoke," Legolas giggled. "We enjoy breathing."
Pipeweed is Hazardous
to Your Health
As supper was finally put away for the night, a peaceful quiet settled among the Fellowship. They had taken rest in a small glade after a long day of traveling. Boromir watched in fascination as the hobbits all brought out pipe and began packing leaf, with a word of offer, Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli joined the halflings.
In Gondor smoking pipe was not common among the people. Gandalf and a handful of people in Gondor's army were the few that partook of such an intrest. In Boromir's opinion the smell of the tabacco was not all that unpleasent. He even thought he could detect different varieties. He had never tried it personally and his curiosity was piqued.
"If I may ask," Boromir directed his inquiry to the hobbits, "do any of you grow that stuff?"
"The Brandybucks and the Tooks both grow large plots," answered Merry. "It's called Old Tobey and is the finest weed in the Shire."
"I have a small patch near my home," Sam replied ducking his head in embarassment. "Mr. Frodo helped me get it started."
Boromir's eyes fell curiously on the older hobbit. For the first time he noticed that Frodo had not partaken of the habit. "Don't you smoke Frodo?"
Frodo smiled a little. "Here and there. I have really never gotten into the habit but I enjoy the smell. It reminds me of home."
"Crazy Baggins," muttered Merry goodnaturally.
Gandalf chuckled. "As well it should. Bilbo is quite fond of his pipe."
Beside Boromir, Legolas wrinkled his nose in disdain. "I will never understand your love of those things. I gave up long ago trying to comprehend Strider's love for them."
"Have you ever tried one elf?" Gimli challenged.
Legolas shook his head, his lip curling. "I can not stand the smell of them, much less entertain the idea of smoking one, Master Dwarf."
Boromir spoke up quickly as Gimli opened his mouth. He did not want another argument between those two tonight. "Merry may I try it?"
Merry was surprised and delighted. "Of course you may."
The hobbit scampered around the fire placing his pipe in Boromir's hands.
"Caution Boromir." Aragorn warned. "It is quite a shock the first time."
Boromir nodded, heeding the man's advice. He took a small puff letting it out quickly. A strange after taste.
"No no no." Merry scolded. "Not like that." The hobbit took the pipe and took a deep puff.
Boromir nodded this time inhaling a larger breath.
He immediately wished he hadn't. It felt like a hot coal had been shoved down his throat and into his lungs. His eyes watered and he coughed and choked trying to ease the tightening in his chest.
Around him he vaguely heard the laughter of the Fellowhip at his distress.
Boromir didn't care as he tried to remember how to breath. Legolas clapped a hand to his back and sweet air rushed into his lungs. "Now you see why elves do not smoke," Legolas giggled. "We enjoy breathing."
