Title; Gaffer knows best.
Characters; Fellowship members,
For the 'Elevenses' challenge.
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.
It was no good; nothing was the way it should be. They couldn’t eat at the right times and it was just unnatural for hobbits; only one breakfast. This… this…Man was hurrying them along and Mister Frodo looked as if he needed a strong cup of tea and some hot food…
Everything was wrong since they left The Shire; more wrong since this ‘Strider’ had hurried them out of Bree.
Sam felt life was not just all at sixes and sevenses – it was at eights and elevenses. The Gaffer had been right; no good ever came of listening under windows.