The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson
“Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?”
There was a breath of autumn’s crispness in the night air, and you cradled the steaming mug in both of your hands to enjoy its warmth as you quietly picked your steps among the bedrolls of your companions on the cool, leafy ground to walk toward the figure silhouetted by the glow of the campfire.
The fire cast a play of light and shadow over a bald pate and craggy face, and the bushy beard was stirred by a smile as you approached the wide stump that served him as a seat, offering the cup with its handle toward him.
“Care for your tea, Mister Dwalin?”
The affectionate cheekiness in your tone broadened his smile, and he took the cup, carefully setting it beside him on the stump.
“Aye,” he grinned, reaching to catch your hand, “and something sweet to go with it.”
You giggled as he drew you smoothly to his lap before picking up the tea again, blowing on its surface and taking a grateful swallow.
Dwalin sighed contentedly, bringing the cup to your lips, and you gladly shared the strong, black tea, its heat lingering on his mouth when he kissed you and settled you more snugly into the circle of his brawny arms.