Holiday Drabble: Present and Past

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Present and Past

Merry is thrumming like a fiddle string, waiting his turn to tell his parents what he wants most for Yuletide. He won’t get it -- he’s still too small for a pony -- but he told me that he means to ask every Yule until they give in, even though it means not mentioning it to them for the rest of the year. Yule wishes that big have to be held tight if they’re ever to come true. It’s easier to ask for something small and not have to mind your tongue.

I used to ask for a little brother.

Holiday Drabble: Present and Past

elendiari22 asked for this one.


Present and Past

Merry is thrumming like a fiddle string, waiting his turn to tell his parents what he wants most for Yuletide. He won’t get it -- he’s still too small for a pony -- but he told me that he means to ask every Yule until they give in, even though it means not mentioning it to them for the rest of the year. Yule wishes that big have to be held tight if they’re ever to come true. It’s easier to ask for something small and not have to mind your tongue.

I used to ask for a little brother.

Holiday Tribble... or Trabble, or whatever you call 300 words!

rubynye asked for this one, adding that she thought of the idea in a conversation with febobe.


Bell Gamgee’s Pans”

Treyson Goodchild had had the pans made for himself to take on fishing excursions. and kept using them when his children grew old enough to come along. There was a third pan, fit with legs, but it went north with Will Goodchild while the other two stayed in Overhill with Dan. Bell was Dan’s youngest child, and by the time she was born the pans had been shoved to the back of a cupboard in favor of larger skillets, fit to feed more than a hobbit or two. She found them while she was still a fauntling, and played drum on them with her spoon. Later she made mudpies in them, pretending to cook like her mother did.

It took a hard scrubbing and a good bit of sand to get the rust out when she wanted the pans for picnics with Ham Gamgee. He liked her cooking and he liked her too, and she and her pans came to Bagshot Row, and stayed a while. Their honeymoon meals were cooked with them, until time and Mr. Bilbo equipped the kitchen with good cast iron. But her daughters did their first cooking in the small pans, and her sons too, and thought no more about where they had come from than they thought about the moon.

Bell died, and the children grew and moved on, except for Sam, who found the pans useful for an egg or two and a bit of bacon to be shared with his aging father. And when at last he was packing to leave home as well, he hesitated over the nestled pans until Hamfast asked him why he was dithering over carrying a pound or two of tin when he was sure to want a bite to eat on the long walk to Crickhollow.

Holiday Tribble... or Trabble, or whatever you call 300 words!

rubynye asked for this one, adding that she thought of the idea in a conversation with febobe.


Bell Gamgee’s Pans”

Treyson Goodchild had had the pans made for himself to take on fishing excursions. and kept using them when his children grew old enough to come along. There was a third pan, fit with legs, but it went north with Will Goodchild while the other two stayed in Overhill with Dan. Bell was Dan’s youngest child, and by the time she was born the pans had been shoved to the back of a cupboard in favor of larger skillets, fit to feed more than a hobbit or two. She found them while she was still a fauntling, and played drum on them with her spoon. Later she made mudpies in them, pretending to cook like her mother did.

It took a hard scrubbing and a good bit of sand to get the rust out when she wanted the pans for picnics with Ham Gamgee. He liked her cooking and he liked her too, and she and her pans came to Bagshot Row, and stayed a while. Their honeymoon meals were cooked with them, until time and Mr. Bilbo equipped the kitchen with good cast iron. But her daughters did their first cooking in the small pans, and her sons too, and thought no more about where they had come from than they thought about the moon.

Bell died, and the children grew and moved on, except for Sam, who found the pans useful for an egg or two and a bit of bacon to be shared with his aging father. And when at last he was packing to leave home as well, he hesitated over the nestled pans until Hamfast asked him why he was dithering over carrying a pound or two of tin when he was sure to want a bite to eat on the long walk to Crickhollow.