Source: Pre-Ring War
For the Eat, Drink and be Merry challenge – ‘wine’.
The youth sat, propped by pillows, in his bed. She had expected to bury him alongside his father and yet he lived; wounds healing, fever gone.
The woman placed a bowl of steaming broth, made with the last of the winter’s bacon, in front of the man at the table. It was hardly a fitting feast for one who had given her back her only son.
Then she remembered.
“Wine!” she said, lifting down a stone jar covered in dust.
Aware of the honour, but expecting little, Aragorn raised the cup, and a shaft of liquid summer warmed him through.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.