Drabble requests: feeling the urge again
I'm going through a bit of England withdrawal. Okay, a lot of England withdrawal. I had such a wonderful time visiting with callumjames and matildabishop and while I'm very much looking forward to my Mt. Tabor walk with evannichols in an hour, I think I'd like an additional distraction for the evening. So the first six people who request a drabble, I'm all yours! My fandoms are
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I did have a wonderful time; re-acclimating has been a bit rough, but I'll settle in soon. So here's your drabble!
Gimli washed out the skillet they'd used to prepare their simple meal, returning to the fire where his few companions were spending the night. He handed it to Orin, who grunted in response. He fished through his vest to find his small flask of zhîkomir, patted it, and went to retrieve his bedroll. As he laid out his paltry bed under the swath of stars, Gimli thought about this trip, the supposed wonders of Rivendell, and his father's health. It was all quite unsettling, though Gimli had become used to such feelings. Even so, he wore his helmet to sleep.
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Am I a geek for wanting to know more about their everyday trapsing? You do, do this verse so well. Thanks for another shot of Middle Earth.
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