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sophinisba) wrote2005-06-09 06:30 pm
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drabbles: At the Lockholes
Hurrah! Just set up wireless Internet in my parents' house, so I'm back, and with much reading to do.
In celebration of my newly recovered freedom, here's another pair of drabbles (which I actually wrote back in April). G and gen, although not exactly fluff.
ETA: Read Left Behind in the Lockholes (The Outlook Remix) by
hyel, written for
remixthedrabble in October, 2007./ETA.
At the Lockholes
It wasn’t her age, thank you very much. And she had never been weak. The lack of food had had an effect, it was true, and the darkness was disorienting. But that wasn’t what did her in.
He was less than half her age, four years younger than her Lotho, even, and had always seemed much younger.
But as he looked at her now she saw a look of such age and experience, such wisdom, and also pity, that Lobelia’s stubborn strength finally abandoned her. She took a deep breath, leaned on Frodo’s arm, and staggered out into the light.
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"My son," she whispered, standing still and staring at him as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Frodo smiled sadly and tried to guide her towards a waiting carriage. She glimpsed Peregrin Took tending to the ruin of Fredegar Bolger, and wondered if she looked as destroyed.
"Come, Aunt, we must get you some food and rest," said Frodo, and then she realized what she'd meant.
Not that fool she had raised, who had bargained the Shire away for the privilege of being lied to. She wasn't asking for him.
Frodo needn't understand, though. "My son," she called him again.
In celebration of my newly recovered freedom, here's another pair of drabbles (which I actually wrote back in April). G and gen, although not exactly fluff.
ETA: Read Left Behind in the Lockholes (The Outlook Remix) by
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At the Lockholes
It wasn’t her age, thank you very much. And she had never been weak. The lack of food had had an effect, it was true, and the darkness was disorienting. But that wasn’t what did her in.
He was less than half her age, four years younger than her Lotho, even, and had always seemed much younger.
But as he looked at her now she saw a look of such age and experience, such wisdom, and also pity, that Lobelia’s stubborn strength finally abandoned her. She took a deep breath, leaned on Frodo’s arm, and staggered out into the light.
***
"My son," she whispered, standing still and staring at him as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Frodo smiled sadly and tried to guide her towards a waiting carriage. She glimpsed Peregrin Took tending to the ruin of Fredegar Bolger, and wondered if she looked as destroyed.
"Come, Aunt, we must get you some food and rest," said Frodo, and then she realized what she'd meant.
Not that fool she had raised, who had bargained the Shire away for the privilege of being lied to. She wasn't asking for him.
Frodo needn't understand, though. "My son," she called him again.
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Very nice to be back! *scampers off to read latest chapter of Lamentable*
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These were great. Loved them.
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*wants to hug her*
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Thanks for reading, Shirebound, and welcome.
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Have you considered posting them to
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I hadn't, because I don't really follow the comm. Also, I think of this as a 200-word set, so I don't know how well it would fit there, but thanks for the suggestion. *ponders*
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Really, really moving. *weeps*
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I have told you you're one of about three fanfic authors to have made me cry, haven't I?
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Argh. *is destroyed all over again*
Thank you so very much for the compliment. I'm actually a pretty big cryer. I cry at commercials. But I don't cry that often at fanfic, so thank you for doing it. Crying is fun sometimes; that's why I adore LOTR.
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