Characters: Mag the Cook, Pippin
Disclaimer: Mag is mine, but not Pip.
Author’s note: A drabbled version of a slightly longer Mag-the-Cook tale.You can read the longer tale here.
The halfling sat swinging his legs back and forth like a child. It took an effort remember that it was he who had pulled dear Faramir from the pyre, beating out the flames with his small hands.
“…Roasted pork with bread dressing. And apple tart! And snow! It hardly seemed like we had Yule at all.”
Apples and dried bread I’ve got, thought Mag; if there’s a suckling pig to be found, I’ll have it for them. No snow; but I’ll give these heroes a Yule-in-summer to hold them until next Yule when they’re home with their loved ones again.