Olympics 2021 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Seven

Early in the Fourth Age. 

prompts: miss mountain bay nineteen

Sam reached for the crock of bay leaves, adding two to the pot of stew. He tasted, salted, remembered. He hadn't stewed rabbits in nineteen years; the very thought of it made him miss Mr. Frodo too much. The fiery mountain also loomed over his every fragrant memory of Ithilien. But Rosie was so sad over the recent death of her father, and she had asked for that dish specifically. Comforting Rosie was more than worth any bad dreams he might have, which waking would banish. Perhaps if he were lucky he would dream of Henneth Annûn instead, or oliphaunts.