Midwinter 2020 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 4

Westmarch of the Shire, Fourth Age.  Prompts:  giggled, thunderclap, wanderings, enchantment.


Elfstan finished the tale. "And then Mad Baggins disappeared from his table with a thunderclap, off on another of his wanderings. Then the table was under an enchantment for seventeen years, producing six excellent meals a day for anyone who sat at it."

Firiel giggled. Elfstan frowned. "Don't laugh! It's true."

Firiel looked at their father in his chair by the fire. "Is it really true, Dada?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Most of it," said her father. "'Twasn't an enchantment, though. Your Granda cooked for Mr. Frodo after Mr. Baggins left, and he's the best cook in the Westfarthing."


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