Title; You say Tom Ay To and I say Tom Ah To….
Characters; Fellowship members.
For the 'Luncheon, or nuncheon,' 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.
Gentle, good-natured, bickering did no real harm and kept the fellowship walking when they might, otherwise, realise that they needed rest.
Sometimes, however, it could become wearying…
Gandalf turned, suddenly.
“Stop! Neither is wrong; you are both right. They are different words – not a mishearing one of the other.
“‘Luncheon’ comes from an old word for ‘lump’; no hobbit would go to the fields without a good lump of something for mid-day.
“‘Nuncheon’ come from ‘noon-shenk’ – ‘noon-drink’ – Gondorian farmers must have valued their drink above their food!”
“Drinker…!” Merry accused.
Boromir’s brow darkened; then he smiled.
“Guilty as charged.”
I know - I didn't have to take the challenge quite so literally... but it came to me like this!