The world and its inhabitants (midges and all) belong to JRR Tolkien. This is fanfic.
Gloop
When Sam discovered a little rill before supper the hobbits raced to paddle in its freezing water. Sighing in pleasure, Pippin used a corner of blanket to dry between the last two toes on his left foot, thankful to finally be rid of the foetid stink of the Midgewater Marshes. He could almost cope with midges but having foul smelling gloop oozing between his toes was far beyond disgusting.
For a while he had coveted Strider's long boots. Now he wrinkled his nose at that still gloop encrusted footwear, feeling no envy at all. Just how did one clean boots?
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SUN SEEKER
Frodo avoided Bag End's cellars, even after the removal of Sharkey's detritus. One look before the cleansing stirred up images to haunt him for many nights.
As Deputy Mayor Frodo was busy so the cleaning fell to Sam. He never spoke of what they found amongst the machines but Frodo knew some had been taken away and buried.
Knowing nothing of the cellars' history, or their counterparts in Mordor, Rose used them for storage. Let her rejoice in the sun a little longer, they decided.
Now the book was finished it was time for Frodo to seek his own sun.
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Supper Time
She took time to wrap it carefully for Sneak said there were two for her feast.
Long ages she had sampled of Middle earth's faes. Dwarves tasted of stone and metal, Men of pride and striving. Elves were a heady but dyspeptic mix of light and power. Orcs were bitter and dry.
Here was a new taste; sweetness dressed with a metallic hint of a power like The Dark One. But that only added a frisson to the meal to come. She sensed the other approaching now, sweet loam and anger; very tasty.
It yelled, thrusting forth its glittering sting.
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