Yes, this is a double-drabble. I could not for the life of me get this into 100 words. I think it's better this way.
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"Frodo."
Frodo turned as Gandalf approached him. The wizard extended his hands. Clasped between his strong fingers was a single brown feather. "A gift from Gwaihir."
"How beautiful." Frodo brushed his fingers up the soft shaft, then withdrew his hand. He shook his head. "It is too fine for me."
"Nonsense. Gwaihir insisted it be given to the Ringbearer."
"Then it is for Sam." Frodo gazed into the East. No fire painted the clouds in hues of blood. "He deserves such a reward."
"And you do not?" Gandalf smiled. "No, Frodo. This is yours."
"It is not mine to take."
Gandalf set his hand on Frodo's shoulder. The worn Elven cloak absorbed the heat of his hand and warmed the faint chill that lingered despite the wound's nonexistence. "Is anything truly ours to take? Sam may have carried the Ring for a short while, he may even have carried you, but understand me when I tell you this: Sam would have never undertaken such a journey if it weren't for you, Frodo."
He set the gift in Frodo's hand and closed his fingers about it. "Treasure this."
Frodo exhaled and turned towards the alabaster city of Minas Tirith. "I shall."
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