The Farmer and The Lemon: Chapter 1 ( AU story/ not current storyline)

The tale of The Farmer and The Lemon is a story of how a humble farmers kindness nurtured more than just his crops. First, you must know of the farmer. A Bree man named Threland, mostly a farmer and a drunkard. The man was almost never seen without a smile, or his wide brimmed hat adorned with a single, large fluffy plume. Then you must know the Lemon. The Lemon was not an actual fruit but an elf named Lamaenon. At the time of their fatefull meeting in the Prancing Pony, Lamaenon had been suffering memory loss due to an injury. Recently he had travelled to Bree from Duiliond. What had come before Duiliond , he could not remember. He did not remember friends, home, places or names. He would not recall many of these things until later. Lamaenon was speaking to a Man of Rohan dressed in red. His name was Awiergan. The farmer and an elleth approached, and Awiergan kindly asked Lamaenon to step away, for the conversation was private. Lameonon kindly complied, and walked to the opposite side of the tavern. However being an elf, Lamaenon had been gifted upon birth with exceptionally good hearing. Not wanting to be rude, he thought he should make it known to the two men that as an elf, he could still hear them from across the tavern. The farmer turned to face the elf, standing at his tallest to appear intimidating. He approached a few steps closer to Lamaenon. In a bout of childishness, the elf laughed and stuck his tongue out at the farmer. The farmer scolded in a bluff, "Put tha' back in yer mouth.....or AH'll.... AH'll kiss ye!" The elf smirked at the man, rising to the occasion for banter. "Promise?" The farmer moved to stand close, eye to eye with the chuckling elf. Just a breath apart as he said, "Aye.... AH do.." After an intentionally dramatic sigh, the elf kissed the man on the tip of his nose. "There. You've had your kiss. Now go sort things out with your friend. Remember to play nice dear." Lamaenon jested as he turned the farmer around, and gave the back of Threlands shoulders a nudge to urge the farmer to walk back to Awiergan. Poor Threland was absolutely MORTIFIED. The man turned pale with shock, as Lamaonon and the elleth laughed at the Farmers reaction. Ever since then, Lamaenon, the farmer, Awiergan, and Talaith have been friends. To Be Continued in Chapter 2