And So Does Trouble Cling (Drabble)

Yet again, the small one managed to find the one thing that would set on edge the teeth of all those present. Groping in his usual manner, without thought to what was about him, he brushed against the well top. Spinning in confusion, he chanced to topple the rest of the rusty armour adorning the rim. Looking everywhere but into the eyes of the old wizard, he winced as the clang of metal resounded from the stone walls.

“Fool!” spat the wizard. “You thrive on trouble as Merry does on pipeweed!”

Pippin hung his head, wishing he’d followed the armour.