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sophinisba) wrote2007-03-12 09:38 pm
sophinisba) wrote2007-03-12 09:38 pm
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drabbles why so difficult? (2/5)
Here are three more gen drabbles, Sam and Strider, rated G.
Leaving
Sam closes his eyes, but only until he knows the others are sleeping, and Aragorn, though of course they're safe here, still awake, keeping watch. During the day Aragorn always seems the strongest, whether or not he's slept in the night. But there's an older, deeper weariness in his face, as if he sees something terrible when he looks into the distance. Sam imagines the strength comes from so many years journeying on his own, the sadness from knowing a little too well what lies ahead of them. Sam hasn't slept easy or happy since Galadriel showed him her Mirror.
"But I'll not turn around and go back," he says quietly, coming to sit at Aragorn's side. And the Man only nods, smoking his pipe, gazing out over the River, as if they were picking up the thread of an old conversation, even if none of it has been spoken aloud before. "'I'll go home by the long road with Mr. Frodo, or not at all,' that's what I told her, and he knows it's true as well: I won't leave him and I won't let him leave me behind. But you won't be going with us, will you, sir?"
Sam imagines the sadness he'd see if they faced each other in daylight, rather than staring out together into the same darkness. He doesn't know how he'd take that, though he knows he has worse to face along this journey. "It's all right though," he says, "I've wanted to tell you. Mr. Frodo knows already too, I think, and even if he won't say, he's not angry. Even if you and the others have to go away to Minas Tirith, you're not leaving him alone, and he's not leaving you. We're all only taking different roads to the same end."
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Leaving
Sam closes his eyes, but only until he knows the others are sleeping, and Aragorn, though of course they're safe here, still awake, keeping watch. During the day Aragorn always seems the strongest, whether or not he's slept in the night. But there's an older, deeper weariness in his face, as if he sees something terrible when he looks into the distance. Sam imagines the strength comes from so many years journeying on his own, the sadness from knowing a little too well what lies ahead of them. Sam hasn't slept easy or happy since Galadriel showed him her Mirror.
"But I'll not turn around and go back," he says quietly, coming to sit at Aragorn's side. And the Man only nods, smoking his pipe, gazing out over the River, as if they were picking up the thread of an old conversation, even if none of it has been spoken aloud before. "'I'll go home by the long road with Mr. Frodo, or not at all,' that's what I told her, and he knows it's true as well: I won't leave him and I won't let him leave me behind. But you won't be going with us, will you, sir?"
Sam imagines the sadness he'd see if they faced each other in daylight, rather than staring out together into the same darkness. He doesn't know how he'd take that, though he knows he has worse to face along this journey. "It's all right though," he says, "I've wanted to tell you. Mr. Frodo knows already too, I think, and even if he won't say, he's not angry. Even if you and the others have to go away to Minas Tirith, you're not leaving him alone, and he's not leaving you. We're all only taking different roads to the same end."
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