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magickalmolly, Well, a drabble-and-a-half.
Words: red; kiss; sandalwood
Title: Minas Tirith Market
Characters: Merry/Pippin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is a brief, benign avocational fiction
Merry wandered amidst shops and stalls, clutching Pippin's hand, trying not to look overawed. Minas Tirith's market quarter buzzed more abundantly than anything but a Free Fair, yet Pippin's fellow Guards complained of slim pickings; Merry could hardly imagine the vast bustle they described as a proper market. All these colors, textures, scents---
"Merry! Smell this!" Pippin uncorked a vial right beneath his nose, and the heavy sweet musk nearly made him sneeze. "It's sandalwood! Imagine how far it's traveled! Would my Mam like it, do you think?"
Turning to reply, Merry paused to look at Pippin, his bright smile and green eyes, the shiny red scar showing through his curls. Minas Tirith was not what it had been, and neither was Pippin, but it was recovering and thriving, as was its smallest knight.
So Merry kissed him, in the sunlit market, and Pippin laughed happily and kissed him back.
magickalmolly, Well, a drabble-and-a-half.Words: red; kiss; sandalwood
Title: Minas Tirith Market
Characters: Merry/Pippin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is a brief, benign avocational fiction
Merry wandered amidst shops and stalls, clutching Pippin's hand, trying not to look overawed. Minas Tirith's market quarter buzzed more abundantly than anything but a Free Fair, yet Pippin's fellow Guards complained of slim pickings; Merry could hardly imagine the vast bustle they described as a proper market. All these colors, textures, scents---
"Merry! Smell this!" Pippin uncorked a vial right beneath his nose, and the heavy sweet musk nearly made him sneeze. "It's sandalwood! Imagine how far it's traveled! Would my Mam like it, do you think?"
Turning to reply, Merry paused to look at Pippin, his bright smile and green eyes, the shiny red scar showing through his curls. Minas Tirith was not what it had been, and neither was Pippin, but it was recovering and thriving, as was its smallest knight.
So Merry kissed him, in the sunlit market, and Pippin laughed happily and kissed him back.
