Mirion - Chapter 2
Author: Onodlo
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine!
Frodo was in the pantry trying to find Mirion something to eat. So far, the search was not going well....
"Try this."
She squeaked and turned her nose up.
"Okay, what about this?"
Mirion squeaked disapprovingly.
"How's this?"
She sniffed and recoiled in disgust. Frodo continued to search the shelves. Mirion wandered over to the cold-cellar door and began pawing and squeaking at it.
"What is it, Mirion?"
He opened the door to look and the little dragon walked right in, knocked a piece of meat off the shelf, grabbed it in her mouth and began dragging it over to Frodo.
"So that's what you wanted in there."
Frodo picked up Mirion, and the steak, and returned to the kitchen, placing both on the counter. He grabbed a knife and cut a piece for Mirion, who tried to mouth it without success.
"Oh, I forgot, you're just a baby. You don't have any teeth - yet. Maybe this will help."
Frodo pulled a meat mallet out of the drawer and began pounding on the pieces he had cut.
BANG-BANG-SQUEAK!
"Mirion, do you want me to flatten your nose? You'll just have to wait a moment." Frodo picked her up as Sam walked into the kitchen.
"What's all the racket?"
"I was just making something for Mirion to eat."
"Who?"
"Mirion... the dragon?" Frodo held her up.
"You named the dragon." Sam sighed and stalked back into the garden.
"You'll be safer down here, where you won't get hurt," Frodo said as he put Mirion on the floor.
He went back to preparing the dragon's meal.
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG. Frodo put the mallet down, put the meat on a plate and set it on the floor.
"Okay Mirion, your food is ready... Mirion? Miiiiriooon?
"AAAHH!"
"Sam! What is it? What's wrong?"
Sam stormed into the kitchen followed closely by Mirion.
"That dragon of yours was hiding in the roses! And when I went to water them she jumped out and tried to bite me!"
"Mirion, did you try to scare Sam?"
The little dragon cringed in fear.
"Oh Sam, I'm sure she didn't mean to scare you. She was probably just playing with you - weren't you, Mirion? And anyway, she doesn't even have any teeth, so how could she bite you?"
Sam shook his head in disbelief and headed back out into the garden.
"Your food is ready Mirion."
Mirion squeaked with joy as Frodo picked her up and set her in front of the pate. She started wolfing down the meat immediately, then stopped and belched loudly.
"Excuse you, Mirion. I'll bet you're thirsty, aren't you?"
Frodo poured Mirion a bowl of water and set it down. She took a small sip and spit it out, squeaking with disgust.
"Hm, water not to your liking?" Frodo went back to the pantry with Mirion following him. While he was searching the shelves she bumped into Frodo, causing him to knock a bottle of brandy to the floor. Mirion eagerly started to lick up the spill.
"Oh, so that's what you like."
Frodo emptied the water from the bowl and poured some brandy into it. He set it on the floor and she lapped it all up.
Mirion gave a great yawn, then hiccuped.
-TBC-