Still channelling Merry

Feasting at Rivendell

Merry wondered if he should offer to change places. From his vantage point he could see that Frodo’s appetite had recovered nicely, but Sam, forbidden to serve at the high table, was fussing. Then again, every time Sam twisted around to look at Frodo sitting up at the high table, Pippin had a chance to slip another bit of potato, or slice of meat onto the gardener’s plate. Pippin blushed defiantly when he realized Merry had noticed, but Merry smiled and discreetly topped off Sam’s glass of wine. “Best eat up, Sam,” he said, “You wouldn’t want Frodo to worry.”


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Still channelling Merry

Feasting at Rivendell

Merry wondered if he should offer to change places. From his vantage point he could see that Frodo’s appetite had recovered nicely, but Sam, forbidden to serve at the high table, was fussing. Then again, every time Sam twisted around to look at Frodo sitting up at the high table, Pippin had a chance to slip another bit of potato, or slice of meat onto the gardener’s plate. Pippin blushed defiantly when he realized Merry had noticed, but Merry smiled and discreetly topped off Sam’s glass of wine. “Best eat up, Sam,” he said, “You wouldn’t want Frodo to worry.”


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