by Coriandra
“Speaking of fine wine,” Merry began, trying to change
the subject, “did you knew that Frodo brought Miruvor
back from Rivendell? He gave Pippin and me each a
flask of it for his birthday. He told us afterward
that he was planning to do that on the Quest when we
got home.” When they others hear that, there were
some almost inaudible gasps and amazed looks all
around.
“And,” Pippin added with a long pause for emphasis,
“he not only gave Sam a flask of Miruvor, but he made
Sam his sole hire so Sam is the master of Bag End.
Isn't that wonderful?” They all agreed that it was,
and extended to Sam their congratulations and praises.
“Frodo was thinking of us even with the fate of
Middle Earth hanging around his neck,” Pippin
continued. “He thinking of all of us, which is
another reason we came here as soon we possibly could.
Merry and Sam.... “ Together, the three of them
opened a chest they brought with them. It seemed to
be filled with blankets. On closer inspection,
however the others could see the blankets wrapped
around some smaller items and labeled.
“These things are right valuable so we couldn't risk
them getting damaged,” Sam explained as he carefully
removed them. “Mr. Gimli, this is for you.” Gimli
unwrapped the gift and nearly fell to his knees. It
was a stone lantern, about six inches high, dark grey
in colour but with veins of green, red and silver
running through it in every direction.
“I... I... never saw fine work anywhere,” Gimli
stammered when he could speak again. “Was it made in
Rivendell?”
“Yes, and even there it took Frodo quite some time to
find a craftsman he considered worthy of the task.
And Legolas, this is for you.” Merry handed Legolas a
different package as he spoke. The Elf opened it
carefully and was surprised and deeply moved to find a
book with a dark green leather cover and the title
written in gold.