A birthday drabble for Dwimordene.
Children’s voices call out once again in Minas Tirith. Bergil’s friends have returned to the City, eager to hear his tales of the war. No reason to feel bereft, and yet…
Then, one morning, Pippin is there before him again, and not alone. All of the other Periannath are with him, including the Ringbearer.
“Ho, Bergil!” says Pippin. “Would you be our guide again today? For no one knows the City better than Bergil,” he tells the Ringbearer. Beregond’s son lifts his chin proudly, as his friends look on in awed respect.
“I would be glad to,” he says, grinning.