Aearwen's Little Bits - Keeping Tradition
Don't ask my what my Muse was thinking about here. She was in a very strange mood that day.
"They've taken Eldarion to the balcony outside Estel's private study. They intend to teach him to smoke pipeweed."
Legolas suddenly understood Arwen's apparent ill mood. "Why in Arda would they want to do that?"
Arwen sighed. "It was decided at lunch today. Gimli was commenting that a Dwarf of Eldarion's station and relative age would already own a pipe or two of his own. And you know Estel..."
Legolas nodded. "Still..."
The sound of running feet, choking and then sickened heaving came down the hall.
"Maybe that will be one tradition that doesn't get passed along after all!" he grinned.
"They've taken Eldarion to the balcony outside Estel's private study. They intend to teach him to smoke pipeweed."
Legolas suddenly understood Arwen's apparent ill mood. "Why in Arda would they want to do that?"
Arwen sighed. "It was decided at lunch today. Gimli was commenting that a Dwarf of Eldarion's station and relative age would already own a pipe or two of his own. And you know Estel..."
Legolas nodded. "Still..."
The sound of running feet, choking and then sickened heaving came down the hall.
"Maybe that will be one tradition that doesn't get passed along after all!" he grinned.