Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 23 |
| New Day |
Day 23: Card: The Sun |
| Someone got his fifty silver after Brockenbores. Fatty just hoped they brought no joy, as days melted into the lockholes' seamless night. He'd about believed he'd become a shadow himself when rescue arrived. Pippin visited afterward. “Well, who's this Burglar Bolger they talk about? Do I know him?” he teased. “No,” Fatty said. “I don't think so. And he's gone now – burglars don't do well in the Shire, you know.” A pause. “I'm glad it's over.” “Not quite – there's work aplenty still. What's needed,” Pippin mused thoughtfully, “is a Builder Bolger. Do you know any?” Fatty smiled. “I just might!” |