What's on his mind

A/N Written for the second OSA drabble challenge (food). Sauron finds out that some minds are just not to be entered. No offense meant to anyone - I might explore the deep and philosophical layers of the Hobbit psyche later

What's on his mind

Cake! Potatoes dripping with gravy. A fresh salad crunching between his teeth. Puddings as big as his head - and cake!

Sugared apples, raspberry jams, apple tarts to top off the mince pies, cheese dishes, spiced chicken and pickles... Kippers, pasties, hotpot, sausages, or oh! His mum's sunday roast, with trifle!

Mushrooms, peas, no, green beans, sprouts, or scones, shortbread, flapjack and custard! With delicious hot tea, coffee full of flavour, or pints and pints of ale... Cakes and tea, kippers and ale...


Sauron averted his Eye, disgusted. Somehow he felt he got the worse of the Palantir deal this time.