Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Tolkien's not mine. No harm meant, no profit gained.
Author's Note: Can you tell what I'm having for dinner?
LOST IN THE CLOUDS
“What a hobbit really needs with stewed coney is herbs and dumplings…”
“Dumplin’s?!? What’s dumplin’s, precious?”, croaked the fern-brake.
“Tender to tooth, a delight to tongue. And so airy and light as to take your spirit up to the sky for a spoonful of cloud – leaving you all warm inside as if… as if you were being hugged. But… from the inside, see…”
He only dimly heard the coughing and retching from the fern-brake… and for a treasured moment, he felt soft arms smelling of flour and clover blossoms.
Lost in the clouds – and the memory of Bell’s famous dumplings.