“Well, you knew it wasn’t 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.”
He plopped the hobbit down on the wooden floor of the barge, going and closing the barrel of wine as it should be.
“For both our sake, let us hope the elves are not too 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯-𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 this day.”
˗⤷ ゛⪼𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃̗̀➛ˎˊ˗
Pippin blinks blearily as he’s hoisted up, quickly shaking his head.
“Steady on! I didn’t know whose wine this was — hardly had a drop anyways!”
pippin took / rp account
He’s noticed. And he’s grabbing the hobbit up by the back of his cloak—in defense, he thought of them to be a child at first instinct.
“That shipment. Is for the Elvenking.“ a clearing of his throat.
“And 𝘺𝘰𝘶 do not look like an Elvenking…”
