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The Professor

For JRRT's one hundred and thirteenth (eleventy-third) birthday, the Tolkien Society proposed that his fans worldwide drink a toast to "The Professor". Una pointed this out on the H-A mailing list and the nuzgul bit me. (I seem doomed only to write JRRT birthday tributes which involve the Fellowship and booze...)


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"Now then." Elessar surveyed the company gravely. "Are all supplied?"

Gandalf inhaled whisky-fumes appreciatively; Frodo lifted his sherry-glass.

"Sam?"

"All right, thank-you, Strider, half-pint of Shire's best left."

"Merry, Pippin - ah," as they waved overflowing cider-tankards, "helped yourselves; Legolas, wine - "

"Father's cellars' finest," the Elf maintained, light glinting on Dorwinion ruby.

"Gimli - enough fire-water, what-do-you-call-it-"

"Vodka," the Dwarf rumbled.

"Arwen suggested champagne," Aragorn added, "but for old times', I think, Ranger's Friend -" Producing a battered hip-flask, he poured. "Boromir, join me?"

Boromir sniffed. "What-?"

"Elrond's best brandy." The King winked. "So, a toast. The Professor!"

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