Drabble and a half.

[rabidsamfan]

Towers of Men

They’d left the boats in Osgiliath and set up camp for one more night so as to reach the Gates in the morning. Pippin, sent to fetch the Walkers for supper with the soon-to-be-king, found Sam scowling across the Pelennor fields at the distant spires.

“Is that it then?” the gardener asked sourly, nodding toward the city, which was stained pink by the fading light.

“Yes,” Pippin said proudly. “Minas Tirith. Minas Anor now.”

“And I suppose they’ll be having us sleep near Strider?”

“I expect so. In the palace, if not nearby.”

“And that would be near the Gate?”

“No, of course not. It’s all the way up at the top.” Pippin pointed to the high banners, scraps flickering like distant flames in the glow of sunset. “It’s a great honor, Sam.”

“To you it is, perhaps,” Sam grumbled, “But to me it’s just more blessed stairs to climb.”


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[gentlehobbit.livejournal.com]

Poor old Sam. Not only do great sets of stairs go against any sensible hobbit's tolerance, but Sam's already had about as many stairs as he can handle. Mind you, the stairs in Minas Tirith are likely to be much safer than those up to Cirith Ungol...

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Yes, and there's no lurking menace at the top, which will improve them no end. ;)