The Green Dragon

[the real findorfin]

Moments later, Don reemerges and runs outside. Kimmy smile fades. Fin is bemused, wondering where Don has gone but follows outside.

Under the nearby Oak tree, Don is busy pitching a tent. "What are you doing," Fin exclaimed.
Don turns, "no money." He turns back round and continues to drive the stakes into the moist ground.
“I’m sure Kimmy wouldn’t mind helping you out,” Fin exclaimed.
“Umm..I wouldn’t want her to get wet.”
Fin dragged his friend away from the tent and back inside.
“ I know, how about we re-enact the Battle of Esgalor and Marzhgak.” Don nodded his agreement and they both move into the centre of the room, drawing swords as they go.
“I am Esgalor, Orc-Bane of Mirkwood,” Fin began in a high voice.
“Me Marzhgak!” Don replied in a deep gruff voice.
The two friends started to fight and a crowd gathered as the two lunged and parried. But eventually, Fin fell and Marzhgak lunged, driving the sword deep into the floorboards underneath Fin’s arm.
“Ah, I’m wounded to the death!” Fin cried and with his dying breath stabbed Don in the chest with his knife. Don fell over and they both lay still for a second, before the clapping began.
“Surely worth a free nights board,” one hobbit cried.
“Nay, two at least,2 another cried.
Owever, Dwarin didn’t see it that way and minutes later, both Fin and Don were in the kitchen washing dishes.
“I don’t see why you had to drive your sword so far into the floor,” Fin grumbled.
“I didn’t know the dwarf would be so grumpy,” Don replied.