“It is too rich a gift!” whispered Pippin. Gingerly, he held the cup to the light. “But what is it made of?” he asked, puzzled.
Laughter twinkled in Faramir’s pale eyes. “It is carved from the bone of a dromedary, master Halfling; a two humped creature that lives in the deserts of Harad. The desert men ride them as we ride horses. It was my brother’s once.”
Pippin held his breath. “Truly?” Without waiting for an answer, he cried, “Merry, look! A gift from one warrior to another.”
Eagerly, Merry turned to the Prince of Ithilien. “Is there another one?”
These drabbles were written for Raksha, whose birthday falls on 31 October. Thanks, Raksha, for your encouragement and criticism of my stories, especially
. It’s been a long time in writing, but I’ll get there… one day.
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