Characters: Ithilien rangers
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the "Daymeal" challenge.
Dinner at Eight
Damrod was still gloating over his five fat trout while Anborn, less lucky a fisherman, mixed ground meal and water, patting the mixture into bannocks and setting them to bake on a hot stone. From the underbrush, two of the younger rangers emerged, hands full of blackberries still warm from the last rays of the westering sun.
Dinner in Ithilien.
Faramir sighed, leaned back, stifled a belch. Somewhere, not too far away, there were glittering parties, music and laughter and conversation, rich food and fine wines. But at this moment, he would not trade places with anyone in the world.