A Drabble for Varda's Mice
In Dublin there roams a fellowship the like as not been seen since the dawn of time. 
Nine mices there be; miniature in stature but brave of heart as any stout man, elf, hobbit or dwarf, battling evil that fills the land.

Aramouse and Boromouse, both brave warriors; the rightful King and the heir of the Steward.
 And Gandalfmouse the wizard, his fine grey whiskers twitching often in a hidden smile.
 The four hobbitmice, and Gimlimouse the runt of the litter, but none so brave or strong.
And Legomouse...deadly with a sharpened hatpin. All courageous, all selfless, all loved.
-boriel