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Drabble: Sadlebags
I'm not sure this feels completely finished to me - I may poke it again later, but I just want so much to be writing again....
Aragorn took them reverently. The leather had been cleaned and restored after the scouring of the river. Within - a few clothes that had been washed of silt and mud and folded safely away, a tinderbox, a book of now ruined pages that might once have been maps...
“When the horse returned riderless, we were at a loss for what to do, but we hoped he would call to recover them on his way home, as he had for the horse going north.” Eomer’s finger traced the blossoming tree on the strap. “We did all we could to have them ready.”
Title: Saddlebags
Author: fileg
Characters: Aragorn, Eomer, Boromir implied
Rating:G (as always)
Warnings: none
Book/Source:Two Towers
All of Arda belongs to The Professor. I am just his prisoner.
for the challenge: Saddlebags attolkien_weekly
Aragorn took them reverently. The leather had been cleaned and restored after the scouring of the river. Within - a few clothes that had been washed of silt and mud and folded safely away, a tinderbox, a book of now ruined pages that might once have been maps...
“When the horse returned riderless, we were at a loss for what to do, but we hoped he would call to recover them on his way home, as he had for the horse going north.” Eomer’s finger traced the blossoming tree on the strap. “We did all we could to have them ready.”