Challenge: Mulled Wine - Wine
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Aragorn leaned back against his saddle, passing the drinking skin to his left. He recalled the vineyards of the northlands and the bright white and crisp red wines of his youth. He smiled while remembering the carefully nurtured wild grapes of Mirkwood, distilled into the brandies that Thranduil so treasured.
How he missed the ordered rows of grapes, the mountain snows and the great forests of the north. He sighed. It was time to leave. The mercenary must now disappear and the king in hiding would soon reappear in the north. It was time to tickle the Black Lord's complacency.