Lotr Merry Brandybuck Novels & Stories

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I really do. And I’m considering this a loan, ’cause I will pay you back. Every penny. My word is good as gold. Ask anyone ’round here.” Liar. She noticed Billy didn’t tell Brandt to ask her if his word was good. “I’ll hold you to that,” Brandt said without much conviction. “So, what’s your cousin’s name?” Billy asked with feigned interest, because even as self-absorbed as he was, he understood it’d be rude to take Brandt’s money and run. “Maybe I know him.” “Chase McKay. He’s in the PBR.” “Never heard of him.”

"Rev? We have purchased some horses." "Might I have a cup of juice please?" Buck Drakens asked a barmaid. By his side he had his mage's staff, Stormbringer. He took a seat by the others. "What is with you and juice Buck?" Steronick asked. "As a mage I don't take alcohol", Buck replied. "It'll ruin my body." Tom bursts put in laughter. "In that case I'll have some apple to go with mine." Buck rolls his eyes, "Haha. Very funny."

“I can see why you like it here.” Thomas Harrison laughed, clapping Greg on the shoulder. “Already showing her the romantic spots, eh? Your boys work fast.” “They are just being good brothers,” Greg said. “Showing Rhea the family traditions.” If only he knew what traditions they had actually been showing me. “Did you catch anything?” Brandon asked, smoothly changing the subject. “Eight-point buck,” one of the other men said proudly. “Clean shot. Dropped him in one.” “That is impressive,” Jackson said. “Where?”

Mare’s eyes drifted around the room still unable to understand just how much had changed in just a few months. Llod poured more than one cup and handed one to her. She took it gingerly between both of her hands and could only hold it against her belly. Llod gulped his wine and smacked his lips. “By the gods, Arlankis has the best wine.” “The gods? Since when did you become a believer Llod?” Mare asked, a brow raised in question.

Adrian stopped, raised his head, and said nonchalantly, “I’m looking for Maverick Leffer.” Maverick and the snivelly man next to him exchanged glances. “I’m Maverick Leffer. Who the heck are you? Why are you looking for me?” Maverick questioned angrily. “I heard that Buck is your nephew and that you helped him in seizing the Snows’ land. This is true?” Adrian inquired. Maverick was slightly puzzled by this statement. However, he figured it out in the next moment. ‘A young man and a young woman? In other words, they were the ones who killed Buck?’