Sophinisba Solis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sophinisba) wrote2007-03-15 01:19 pm
sophinisba) wrote2007-03-15 01:19 pm
Entry tags:
drabble set (5/5)
Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Aragorn! Rated G. (Omg I finished them!)
Ceremony
At the feast at Cormallen both Ring-bearers are exhausted and disoriented, but they're glad to see their friends again, and Sam at least seems awed and thrilled to see everyone – even the King – kneeling to honor his master, and praising him with great praise. He might not realize they're praising the servant as well. At the coronation Aragorn kneels again, and asks the Ring-bearer to carry his crown. Frodo walks steadily, with dignity, just as the ceremony demands. But it's only that, a ceremony, a series of gestures he moves through but that don't quite seem to touch him.
Months go by, and they see each other often, as Aragorn goes to the guesthouse to see the other members of the Fellowship when he'd rather not uphold every ceremony of state, and the Fellowship goes to the palace whenever he calls them. Merry and especially Pippin are always respectful as soldiers should be; they are changed, older and sadder and braver than when he met them, but always still themselves, ready to share a laugh with a friend. Only Frodo holds back, holds Aragorn at a formal distance, and in this as in everything else Sam follows Frodo's lead.
Then that day by the fountain, when he and Arwen stand and then kneel, it's for Frodo and no one else, only to be close to him and look him in the eyes. Aragorn would ask him to stay longer, but Arwen understands he wishes – needs – to go. He may leave Middle-earth for good, she says, but her gift is to remind him that their lives will always be woven together. In that moment they're not King and Queen and Ring-bearer but three people who care for each other, and though Frodo says nothing, his eyes say that he understands.
series tag | fic index
Ceremony
At the feast at Cormallen both Ring-bearers are exhausted and disoriented, but they're glad to see their friends again, and Sam at least seems awed and thrilled to see everyone – even the King – kneeling to honor his master, and praising him with great praise. He might not realize they're praising the servant as well. At the coronation Aragorn kneels again, and asks the Ring-bearer to carry his crown. Frodo walks steadily, with dignity, just as the ceremony demands. But it's only that, a ceremony, a series of gestures he moves through but that don't quite seem to touch him.
Months go by, and they see each other often, as Aragorn goes to the guesthouse to see the other members of the Fellowship when he'd rather not uphold every ceremony of state, and the Fellowship goes to the palace whenever he calls them. Merry and especially Pippin are always respectful as soldiers should be; they are changed, older and sadder and braver than when he met them, but always still themselves, ready to share a laugh with a friend. Only Frodo holds back, holds Aragorn at a formal distance, and in this as in everything else Sam follows Frodo's lead.
Then that day by the fountain, when he and Arwen stand and then kneel, it's for Frodo and no one else, only to be close to him and look him in the eyes. Aragorn would ask him to stay longer, but Arwen understands he wishes – needs – to go. He may leave Middle-earth for good, she says, but her gift is to remind him that their lives will always be woven together. In that moment they're not King and Queen and Ring-bearer but three people who care for each other, and though Frodo says nothing, his eyes say that he understands.
series tag | fic index