And what a sweet story (no pun intended). I really like your OC Beindis--(can't make the umlaut) she's such a delightful lady! I am quite sure that those who were too dainty or haughty to assist her regretted it later, when she and her friends were high in favor with the new King!
Oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed the story and liked Beindis (I can't make the umlaut with HTML either; I'd pasted from Word).
I am quite sure that those who were too dainty or haughty to assist her regretted it later, when she and her friends were high in favor with the new King!
Funny thing about those who stayed behind: I hadn't even given them a second thought. I was too busy trying to keep up with Beindis to worry about them!
The aroma of the little brown squares, as well as the delighted comments of their companions, encouraged several wounded soldiers to recover more rapidly than they might have otherwise, so that they too might soon be able to eat the tantalizing sweetmeats.
The embarrassed baker was so flustered that she handed the Perian a second treat, causing more laughter and gentle teasing from the other patients, who attempted to garner extra helpings with their own gallant hand-kissing.
Word spread through the healers’ tents and eventually through the entire camp. “The Brownies are coming!” became the half-joking byword that preceded the bakers when they delivered the sweets. Even tough, “walking-wounded” soldiers who had adamantly refused to report daily to the healers to have their dressings changed, somehow began to arrive in mid-afternoon, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Brownie Ladies.
...each reserved her stained apron to wear only when baking Brownies, treasuring it as a medal of service to her homeland.This is wonderful
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Oooh, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! That means a lot to me. especially since there were hardly any Hobbits mentioned
the delight of the wounded Men
They gave so much, and seem to be overlooked in so many accounts. And knowing soldier-types, I thought there'd probably be some good-natured banter, now that things were looking up.
Ah, so this is what all the research was for! What a lovely story! I can totally visualize the King asking for a "small morsel" -- I wonder if it really was so small, or how many times he visited the Houses of Healing to get just one more wee morsel? ;-)
one of the wounded soldiers, a perky Perian who had felled a mountain troll, quipped around a mouthful of apple, “Mm, here-come our Brown-Ladies now!”
I can totally visualize the King asking for a "small morsel" -- I wonder if it really was so small, or how many times he visited the Houses of Healing to get just one more wee morsel?
Hee hee! One small morsel for a Numenorean, one giant square for a Hobbit. And y'know, he didn't specify, did he? "Just one more, to boost his Majesty's flagging strength." I've got it: the original Energy Bar!
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I hope you love the recipe. It's been a family favorite for several years.
(Your icon is perfectly appropriate!)
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And what a sweet story (no pun intended). I really like your OC Beindis--(can't make the umlaut) she's such a delightful lady! I am quite sure that those who were too dainty or haughty to assist her regretted it later, when she and her friends were high in favor with the new King!
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I am quite sure that those who were too dainty or haughty to assist her regretted it later, when she and her friends were high in favor with the new King!
Funny thing about those who stayed behind: I hadn't even given them a second thought. I was too busy trying to keep up with Beindis to worry about them!
Thanks for your kind comments, Dreamflower!
Hugs,
Mum
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The aroma of the little brown squares, as well as the delighted comments of their companions, encouraged several wounded soldiers to recover more rapidly than they might have otherwise, so that they too might soon be able to eat the tantalizing sweetmeats.
The embarrassed baker was so flustered that she handed the Perian a second treat, causing more laughter and gentle teasing from the other patients, who attempted to garner extra helpings with their own gallant hand-kissing.
Word spread through the healers’ tents and eventually through the entire camp. “The Brownies are coming!” became the half-joking byword that preceded the bakers when they delivered the sweets. Even tough, “walking-wounded” soldiers who had adamantly refused to report daily to the healers to have their dressings changed, somehow began to arrive in mid-afternoon, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Brownie Ladies.
...each reserved her stained apron to wear only when baking Brownies, treasuring it as a medal of service to her homeland.This is wonderful ( ... )
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the delight of the wounded Men
They gave so much, and seem to be overlooked in so many accounts. And knowing soldier-types, I thought there'd probably be some good-natured banter, now that things were looking up.
Thanks for your encouragement, dear Shirebound.
Hugs,
Mum
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one of the wounded soldiers, a perky Perian who had felled a mountain troll, quipped around a mouthful of apple, “Mm, here-come our Brown-Ladies now!”
Hee!
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I can totally visualize the King asking for a "small morsel" -- I wonder if it really was so small, or how many times he visited the Houses of Healing to get just one more wee morsel?
Hee hee! One small morsel for a Numenorean, one giant square for a Hobbit. And y'know, he didn't specify, did he? "Just one more, to boost his Majesty's flagging strength." I've got it: the original Energy Bar!
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And yay to you for posting your first story!
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Yes, make some! (But of course, keep well away from certain pups!)
*Pippin volunteers "to help clean the bowl"*
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