A little snippet that sort of wrote itself just now.
Bergil sat down on the bench and sighed. He'd been up and down the streets of Gondor, from the Sixth Circle to the First and back again, so many times he'd lost count. He slumped on the seat, leaning his head against the back, and considered. Healing herbs, that was one, no, two trips if you didn't count the athelas. And then the hobbits had been following the engineers discussing rebuilding in the First Circle, and Bergil was a handy runner to fetch the new set of plans from the Citadel, when it turned out the old plans had been taken by mistake, and then when there was a serious error in the new plans he took the message back up to the Citadel again, and brought the answer down. And then there was...
He wasn't sure just how it happened, but somehow his head was resting on his pillow and he was in his own bed and so very warm and cosy... He didn't even open his eyes, but sighed and smiled and slipped completely into sleep from his half-doze.
Shhhhh, said Samwise, to any who approached. He'd found the lad half-asleep on the bench, he'd seen the gooseflesh on the too-thin arms in the fresh breeze this high in the City, and as he'd sat down next to Bergil to spread his soft Elven-cloak over the lad, Bergil had slumped farther, ending in Sam's lap. Well, he'd served as a pillow before, and under worse circumstances...
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Bergil sat down on the bench and sighed. He'd been up and down the streets of Gondor, from the Sixth Circle to the First and back again, so many times he'd lost count. He slumped on the seat, leaning his head against the back, and considered. Healing herbs, that was one, no, two trips if you didn't count the athelas. And then the hobbits had been following the engineers discussing rebuilding in the First Circle, and Bergil was a handy runner to fetch the new set of plans from the Citadel, when it turned out the old plans had been taken by mistake, and then when there was a serious error in the new plans he took the message back up to the Citadel again, and brought the answer down. And then there was...
He wasn't sure just how it happened, but somehow his head was resting on his pillow and he was in his own bed and so very warm and cosy... He didn't even open his eyes, but sighed and smiled and slipped completely into sleep from his half-doze.
Shhhhh, said Samwise, to any who approached. He'd found the lad half-asleep on the bench, he'd seen the gooseflesh on the too-thin arms in the fresh breeze this high in the City, and as he'd sat down next to Bergil to spread his soft Elven-cloak over the lad, Bergil had slumped farther, ending in Sam's lap. Well, he'd served as a pillow before, and under worse circumstances...