3. Drabble by Eärengil
"Whatever you do, do NOT get drawn into a drinking contest with the hobbits!"
Boromir had just looked at him and laughed. Aragorn didn't think Boromir would still be laughing in the morning. Slumped over the table, at least 10 tankards in front of him, he'd apparently lost the battle. And the hobbits had been nowhere near even tipsy.
"Merry, do you suppose the big folk are all like this? Out cold from a few ales, we have work to do!"
Aragorn just laughed and walked away.
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