Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 6 |
| Just A Bit Of Chop |
MEFAS 2005- 3rd Place-Times: Post-Ring War: General Drabble |
| “Waves? No, these aren’t truly waves. Just a bit of chop,” the first brother, the soldier, says. “I could tell you stories about storms off the Cape of Andrast that would curl your hair,” the second brother, the sailor, says. “Besides, horses bounce up and down as well,” the third brother, the scholar, says. King Eomer of Rohan lurches over to the rail and loses his lunch. Three pairs of sea-grey eyes regard him speculatively. “Could we go back in?” he asks queasily. “Not until you tell us what your intentions towards our sister are,” the brothers chorus. Eomer blanches. |