Coffee in the Old Forest
by Lothithil
"Help!" cried NescaFrodo and Sanka, running toward the stranger with their hands outstretched.
"Whoa! Steady there! You'll spill my coffee!" Tom Braumbadil said, and the hobbits froze.
"My friends are caught in the espresso machine!" said NescaFrodo desperately.
"Master MochaMerry is being cold-pressed!"
"What?!" shouted Tom. "I know the brew for
him! Old Espresso Man! I'll freeze his beans! I'll steam his milk, if
he don't behave himself! I'll pull his plug! Old Espresso Man!"
NescaFrodo and Sanka back away from the foaming madman, then turn and run for their lives.
"It's a shame about Master MochaMerry and Mr Drippin," said Sanka, wiping away his tears. "How can we leave them behind?"
"It's us or them, Sanka," said NescaFrodo. "I
gotta get rid if this coffee-ring, and that means extreme measures.
They can catch us up in Bree-cuppa, if they can get away from that
caffinated wildman. I just hope some giant doesn't grind their beans to
make his brew."
MochaMerry and Drippin come running up
behind, and they pause for breath for a moment before beating the tar
out of NescaFrodo and Sanka.
"That's for leaving us behind, you two
crappachinos!!" said MochaMerry as he gives NescaFrodo a furious
noogie, holding him firmly in a headlock.
"Lucky that Javajunkie came along, though,"
added Drippin, while dunking Sanka in a nearby handy rainbarrel, "Now
we can go have elevenses with you at Rivendell Perk!"
