Disclaimer: Tolkien's... well, mainly!
Notes: Ostensibly for the weave challenge - but originally posted on my journal, March 1st, as a birthday note... just thought I'd cross-post it here a well.
Fine birthday this was!
His best friend vanished into the wilds to impress his girlfriend’s father....
He took another long pull at the tankard – and found it empty.
“Lan’lord... another of your finessshh...”
Butterbur looked over. “Don’t you think it’s time to be a-goin’ to yer bed - sir?”
‘Sir’ was a notable afterthought, but Halbarad was past caring.
It was their birthdays, a day they’d always shared... and here he was... weaving his way upstairs to a cold, lonely bed.
“Bloody quests! Where’d they get you, eh?”
While across the plains... Three Hunters ran with no thoughts of celebrations.