Characters: Peregrin and Meriadoc
Source: Post-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth; Kortirion’s just crayoning in the margins.
“The Great Mushroom Famine of… er… well, never mind… All that long, hot summer there wasn’t a mushroom to be found!”
“Not one?” asked Falco, round-eyed.
Peregrin Took, the venerable white-haired Thain puffed impressively on his fine, long-stemmed pipe, until sure he’d got all their attention.
“So… boldly…” he continued, “I and my faithful companion, Meriadoc…”
“The Magnicent”, Merry announced from the comfortable rocking chair on the other side of the fire-place.
“You weren’t ‘magnificent’ then! And I’m telling the story… Anyway… off we went in search of mushrooms. Over hill, down dale… boldly going where no hobbit had gone before...”
Pip waved his arm... “Until, we found... a single, soft, white...”
“Only one?” young Saradoc gasped.
“But it was a big one,” puffed Merry.
“Yes, just one...” Pippin glared at Merry, “We carefully placed it in a snow-white sack, and we struggled back. In moonlight, as elves sang of the sea...”
His wee audience shuddered appreciatively at thoughts of ‘elves’ and ‘sea-water’.
“...in blazing sunlight... hungry, thirsty....
“What did you do?” breathed Isengar.
“We ate it” beamed Merry.
“Merry! You’ve spoiled it!”
The little hobbits drifted away, they knew this could go on for ages!