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b2mem2012-03-04 07:33 pm
cairistiona7.livejournal.com) wrote in b2mem2012-03-04 07:33 pm
To the Heroes of Bree, by cairistiona
B2MeM Challenge:O68, Economy card "War"; Smells card "Pipeweed"; Weather card "Humid"
Format:Drabble
Genre:Gen
Rating:PG
Warnings:Mention of canon character death
Characters:Nob, OC (Bowen Rushlight, for those that have read my Rushlight series)
Pairings:None
Summary:A quiet moment between friends.
“Mr. Rushlight, don’t suppose you’ve any pipeweed?” Nob asked. “There’s no Southfarthing anywhere. Maybe it was too humid last summer. Or them refugees from the war down south away used it up.”
Bowen pulled out a small, aromatic packet from his jacket pocket. “Here. Take it.”
“That’s too generous–”
“I said take it!” he said harshly. He blushed. “I’m sorry. It... it was for Mat Heathertoes. His birthday would’ve been next week.”
Nob took it reverently. He blinked rapidly, then whispered, “To Mat, then.”
Bowen gave him a sad smile, then lifted his ale. “To Bree’s heroes, may they ne’er be forgotten.”
~~~
“‘And there was trouble right here in Bree, bad trouble. Why, we had a real set-to, and there were some folk killed, killed dead!’” Barliman Butterbur, ‘Homeward Bound’, The Return of the King.
Format:Drabble
Genre:Gen
Rating:PG
Warnings:Mention of canon character death
Characters:Nob, OC (Bowen Rushlight, for those that have read my Rushlight series)
Pairings:None
Summary:A quiet moment between friends.
“Mr. Rushlight, don’t suppose you’ve any pipeweed?” Nob asked. “There’s no Southfarthing anywhere. Maybe it was too humid last summer. Or them refugees from the war down south away used it up.”
Bowen pulled out a small, aromatic packet from his jacket pocket. “Here. Take it.”
“That’s too generous–”
“I said take it!” he said harshly. He blushed. “I’m sorry. It... it was for Mat Heathertoes. His birthday would’ve been next week.”
Nob took it reverently. He blinked rapidly, then whispered, “To Mat, then.”
Bowen gave him a sad smile, then lifted his ale. “To Bree’s heroes, may they ne’er be forgotten.”
~~~
“‘And there was trouble right here in Bree, bad trouble. Why, we had a real set-to, and there were some folk killed, killed dead!’” Barliman Butterbur, ‘Homeward Bound’, The Return of the King.