Tasty horse

Tolkien's universe, fanfic to the margin of the camp I was at last week
The first time Fréaláf and Brandwyn got drunk.
#Fréandwyn

'Hey, Brandwyn, look at this!' cried Fréaláf as he sat on the ground, deep down in the dungeons of the castle of his uncle Helm.
'Wha'?' came his best friend, stumbling.
'Look at mine shadow! I look like a monster' said the prince, his words blurry, pointing at his shadow on the wall, placing his drinking horn to his forehead.
'Wooho, indeed!' agreed Brandwyn enthusiastically. 'We could play that I am a swift horse and thee are the monster and thee try to catch me' he offered, taking a big gulp from the goblet he stole from the feast upstairs.
'Defend thyself!' shouted Fréaláf, one hand holding his horn to his head, the other on the ground, crawling in the direction of his friend, growling.
Brandwyn put his goblet down and started neighing, trying to sound scared. He flounced and lifted his arms, lashing in the direction of his 'attacker'.
'I.will.eat.thine.strong.tasty.heart!' grunted Fréaláf, making a stop after every word to make it sound even more dramatic. He cornered Brandwyn, who neighed frantically.
'Never!' shouted the other in response, then flung forward and attacked the monster. He missed it and fell to the gound. He turned to his back but Fréaláf was already on him, grabbing his arms, biting his neck. Brandwyn tried to push him away but failed as he was already laughing too hard to fight.
'Thou died, tasty horse' said Fréaláf smiling, licking his lips playfully and let his friend sit up.
'Unfair, our horses never die, they are stronger than any monster' protested Brandwyn.
'Thou should have thought about it ere we started playing. I am oft stronger than thou.' shrugged Fréaláf, beaming.
Brandwyn looked at him angrily but said nothing. Fréaláf was his friend and also his prince while he was not even a nobleman's offspring. This wouldn't have bothered him, but he didn't want to offend his only friend - not when he had obviously just lost a fight. He took up his goblet, poured more wine and drained it at once.
'This wine of mine uncle is very fine indeed' agreed Fréaláf, reacting to his friend's unsaid words.
They drank another round.
'I can still feel thine bite on my neck' muttered Brandwyn after a long silence, touching it carefully.
'Oh. Show me!' commanded Fréaláf, bending over him. He pushed away Brandwyn's hand and placed his own fingers onto the bitemark. It was red but didn't look bad enough to be worth the worry. 'Thou wilt be fine' he said and brushed his fingers over the bruise.
'Hullo! Prince Fréaláf! Are thou here?' came a distant voice from outside the chamber. The boys looked at each other, suddenly aware of their situation. They were supposed to be asleep in their bedchambers, not down here, awake, drinking the king's wine.
Brandwyn looked around, heard the guard approaching the door and burst out laughing.
Fréaláf tried to stop his friend's mouth, pressing his palm to it. 'Shhh!' he hissed alarmed, but it was already too late. They had been heard.
The guard entered the room, looked at the mess they made and took them to the hall where the feast was held. Fréaláf avoided his mother's gaze, his eyes were fixed on the wall somewhere above the king's head. He felt Brandwyn giggling quietly at his side, making things even worse.
'Thou bring disgrace to thine lady, Fréaláf Hildeson!' spoke the king. 'Only eight winters thou saw and thou steal already. But thou shalt be forgiven, for the wine in the chamber whence thou came is precious but not mine best and I have plenty. Thou are but an Eorling, mine kindred, thence it is in thine blood to enjoy what life gives thou. But now thither with thou, bedwards!'
Fréaláf sighed in relief, bowed to his uncle and left the feast as fast as he could with trembling legs. He did feel a bit unsteady.
' 't was fun' mumbled Brandwyn as they climbed into their beds. Fréaláf grunted in response, not wanting to admit it. He knew he should have felt guilty but he was only dizzy and pleasantly warm.
'G'night!' he said, but Brandwyn was already fast asleep.