The camp was a disaster area. Dirty pots and pans were everywhere.
Sam looked up from his scrubbing at Strider's cough. "Oh-Mr. Strider, sir, we weren't expecting..." He broke off and gestured at the pan. "Dinner. Merry and Pippin helped."
"Yes, I can see that." Dryly. "Is there enough for us?"
"Er..well, they were hungry."
"I see." Sam flinched.
Boromir took Aragorn's arm. "Come--I'm sure we can find something to fill you up." Aragorn glared at him, but followed.
Sam breathed easier when they disappeared. Next time, he'd remember to make enough for ten hobbits, not just eight.
Summary: Late for dinner, again...
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 98 Read: 587
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009