In the Kitchens
You should go to your sister’s, Mag, where you’ll be safe.
“Why? I’ve not had a civil word from her in forty years. I’d as soon go quickly, here in my kitchen, as have my last days full of her clacketing.”
You don’t know as it would be quick.
“It would be quick. I’ve a few knives I’ve kept extra-sharp. Small ones, but they’ll do the job. I’ll be ready when the time comes, and take some with me.”
We may be down to pease porridge at the end, but cooking is my duty here, and I’ll not shirk it.
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For the "Preparations" challenge at tolkien_weekly.