Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Enough Eggs? |
“Enough eggs?” enquired Bilbo over his shoulder of his beloved Frodo. Frodo, who’d shelled and sliced five dozen boiled eggs so far and was now mixing the yolks with powdered mustard, garlic salt, and the mayonnaise his uncle had put together the previous day, looked up. “Perhaps enough, as long as the Bolgers don’t come, too. Fredegar himself could put away at least half this many and still eye the rest.” Bilbo gave a decisive nod. “At least three dozen more, then,” he decided, heading back into the cold room. “Thank the stars we have a cousin who raises chickens!” |