Characters: Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Bell Gamgee
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Someone had gone ahead to her house. There was a bath drawn; it embarrassed her to need help, but oh, the water was so warm. Gentle hands patted her dry and tucked her into bed. The sheets smelled like lavender and sunshine.
When she awoke, it was evening. "Supper, ma'am!" a cheerful voice said; baked apples with clotted cream, chicken potpie. Her mouth watered. She picked up up the spoon, then set it down again - one of Bilbo's. How many had she stolen over the years? She began to cry. "There, there, poor thing," Bell murmured, holding her close.
Bonus drabble (Breakfast challenge): Always Thinking(Gaffer, Bell)
"Why you got to over there? Lobelia Sackville-Baggins is nought to us."
"Well, who else? I'll just run in and tidy up the place, help her get settled, fix her a bit of supper. I can stop back in the morning and ommell her some eggs, if needs be, won't take a moment, the poor lamb."
The Gaffer shook his head as she left, wicker basket under each arm. She'd always been a good-hearted lass, his Bell, none better, and their Sam took after her. Between the two of them, they'd set the Shire to rights in no time a'tall.