1. Abandon Sense - by MerryK
For Mar'isu, a double drabble.
"But what is the point?" asked Legolas, looking with undisguised distaste at Eomer and Aragorn, who were finding it impossible to reach the bottle in front of them.
Faramir, his head already cloudy, struggled to answer: "It is a pleasant feeling, to get drunk."
"But do you not find your head aching the next day? Why should I wish that? What sense is there in that?"
"Oh, bloody, there is no sense," slurred Faramir, shaking his head at the elf's inability to grasp this simple concept. "That is the point."
Legolas was not much surprised. "Yes, I think see that now."
"Legolas! Don't be a wet blanket! Come join us!" Gimli's bellow was inviting, but Legolas only sighed. He had found mortals to have surprisingly greater amounts of sense than he would have predicted before leaving Mirkwood, but this strange ritual, performed now even by those he considered the wisest, made him wonder.
With a pause, he looked over to where Elrond and Celeborn sat soberly. Temptation to join them in rationality and be termed a wet blanket nearly overcame him. But, with a sigh, he turned away and resolutely took a bottle. He would abandon sense. Just this once.
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