Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 15 |
| Down-turvy Days |
Day 15: Card: The Hanged Man |
| Rebellion never was grand to hobbits, so Fatty's no disappointments to measure, save one – that it's just as uncomfortable as rumored. Scary's no kind garden: the winds're harsh; summer rains slick the rocks. He's all over bruises and barked shins. And he's hungry – dinner isn't what it should be. But he's learning. By Lithe, he's his very own storehouse raid to boast of, and Scary's folk eat a little easier. “You're feather to someone's cap now,” Wickle says, handing Fatty a warrant: Fifty pennies. “Top o' down-turvy,” Wickle congratulates him. “Heaven help us all,” Fatty sighs. |