Challenge; Sore Throat
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A New Habit
He watched new found friends, amongst both Dúnedain and hobbits, fill pipes of various styles with those dried leaves, slowly set them alight with much ceremony, and draw in the smoke.
It helped them think, they said, or helped them relax.
Eventually Gandalf decided he might be more easily accepted should he join them in their ritual.
But how he had coughed and spluttered; now his throat felt almost raw. Never again, he thought, never again.
Yet no sooner had he thought it than he found himself wondering if the discomfort might, in someway, be eased by trying another pipeful…