by Coriandra
�Speaking of fine wine,� Merry began, trying to change
the subject, �did you knew that Frodo brought Miruvor
back from Rivendell? He gave Pippin and me each a
flask of it for his birthday. He told us afterward
that he was planning to do that on the Quest when we
got home.� When they others hear that, there were
some almost inaudible gasps and amazed looks all
around.
�And,� Pippin added with a long pause for emphasis,
�he not only gave Sam a flask of Miruvor, but he made
Sam his sole hire so Sam is the master of Bag End.
Isn't that wonderful?� They all agreed that it was,
and extended to Sam their congratulations and praises.
�Frodo was thinking of us even with the fate of
Middle Earth hanging around his neck,� Pippin
continued. �He thinking of all of us, which is
another reason we came here as soon we possibly could.
Merry and Sam.... � Together, the three of them
opened a chest they brought with them. It seemed to
be filled with blankets. On closer inspection,
however the others could see the blankets wrapped
around some smaller items and labeled.
�These things are right valuable so we couldn't risk
them getting damaged,� Sam explained as he carefully
removed them. �Mr. Gimli, this is for you.� Gimli
unwrapped the gift and nearly fell to his knees. It
was a stone lantern, about six inches high, dark grey
in colour but with veins of green, red and silver
running through it in every direction.
�I... I... never saw fine work anywhere,� Gimli
stammered when he could speak again. �Was it made in
Rivendell?�
�Yes, and even there it took Frodo quite some time to
find a craftsman he considered worthy of the task.
And Legolas, this is for you.� Merry handed Legolas a
different package as he spoke. The Elf opened it
carefully and was surprised and deeply moved to find a
book with a dark green leather cover and the title
written in gold.