Nov 2:  Market (Minas Tirith, Gondor)

“Pippin? Where did that lad say we’d find it?  It’s almost time for Second Breakfast.”  Sam frowned as he peered about the noisy plaza inside the damaged gates, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the number of Big Folk who were rushing about laden with packages,  pushing carts, and even guiding livestock along the stone-paved streets.

“Butcher’s Row.  It’s the first lane beyond that burned out inn.”  Pippin tugged on his arm and dragged him along. “Over here, where the awnings are.”

Despite Sam’s protests, the beaming merchant refused to bargain over the side of bacon.  “For the Ringbearer? No charge!”

Prompt: “Bacon, nice and crispy.” By Nancy Flynn at ALEP2: TABA group on Facebook.  Although posted on Nov 3rd, this drabble was finished before Nov 2nd was over. :)