"Are you tired Mirion?" Frodo asked as Mirion yawned. Frodo looked for a place for her to sleep. He grabbed a blanket and a basket.
"Where can you sleep ...Ugh, Mirion," Frodo groaned as he turned around to see Mirion sitting in a puddle.
"Next time...do that outside," Frodo sighed as Mirion hung her head in shame. Frodo left to find a rag as Sam walked in holding a potted plant. Sam slipped on the mess, dropping the pot causing it to smash into an innumerable amount of pieces.
"What is it? What happened?"
"I slipped."
"Oh, sorry Sam, I was just going to clean that. Here let me help you up."
"What happened here?"
Frodo started to wipe up the mess.
"Mirion had an accident."
"That dragon is nothing but trouble, you should get rid of it now before it causes more problems! OW!"Sam cried out as he cut his hand on a piece of the broken pot.
"What's wrong Sam?"
"I cut my hand on a piece of the pot."
Mirion walked over and started to try and lick the wound clean.
"AHH! "She's trying to eat me."Sam yelped as he pulled his hand away quickly.
"No she's not, she's just trying to be helpful," Frodo explained. Sam scooped up the plant and stalked off into the garden to repot it, mumbling to himself as he went.
"There, all clean. Now, where can you sleep Mirion? Mirion? Miirioon? Where'd you go?" Frodo walked into his room and found Mirion asleep, curled up in the blankets on his bed.
"Good night Mirion," Fodo whispered as he pet the tiny dragon.
TBC
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