LotR ficlet: Odd
This is another resurrected short piece, which I started six and a half years ago (though I worked on it some again three years ago :p). Whee, cleaning out the files! And whee, fluff!
Title: Odd
Rating: G
Wordcount: 190 (I couldn't get it up to a double drabble, or down to 175 words, so -as is fitting given the subject matter- it sits awkwardly in between :p)
Characters: Primula (Frodo's daughter), Frodo
Summary: Young Primula notices something odd about Frodo's fingers.
A/N: Part of my mpreg 'verse in which Frodo has a daughter.
"Where's the other one?" Primula asked as she stopped counting his fingers upon reaching the gap.
"I lost it." That was how he'd decided to tell it, at least until she was old enough that finding out what really happened wouldn't give her nightmares.
She paused in thought. "Are you ever going to find it?"
Startled, he looked carefully at the toddler in his lap. Her expression was one of serious concentration, and she tipped her head up to stare in his face when he didn't answer. At length, he replied, "No, I'm afraid I won't ever find it."
"Oh." Now she appeared troubled, one damp, pudgy finger tracing lightly over the scar before returning to her mouth to be sucked on as she pondered. "Odd!" she declared triumphantly after a moment.
"Odd?" Frodo questioned.
She nodded vigorously and held up her hands in demonstration. "Even," she said seriously. Then she grasped his hands. "Odd."
Frodo smiled at his precocious child. "Yes, odd."
She resumed right where she left off, grabbing each fingertip and counting as she went, finishing at 'nine' with a squeal as the nine fingers tickled her mercilessly.
Title: Odd
Rating: G
Wordcount: 190 (I couldn't get it up to a double drabble, or down to 175 words, so -as is fitting given the subject matter- it sits awkwardly in between :p)
Characters: Primula (Frodo's daughter), Frodo
Summary: Young Primula notices something odd about Frodo's fingers.
A/N: Part of my mpreg 'verse in which Frodo has a daughter.
"Where's the other one?" Primula asked as she stopped counting his fingers upon reaching the gap.
"I lost it." That was how he'd decided to tell it, at least until she was old enough that finding out what really happened wouldn't give her nightmares.
She paused in thought. "Are you ever going to find it?"
Startled, he looked carefully at the toddler in his lap. Her expression was one of serious concentration, and she tipped her head up to stare in his face when he didn't answer. At length, he replied, "No, I'm afraid I won't ever find it."
"Oh." Now she appeared troubled, one damp, pudgy finger tracing lightly over the scar before returning to her mouth to be sucked on as she pondered. "Odd!" she declared triumphantly after a moment.
"Odd?" Frodo questioned.
She nodded vigorously and held up her hands in demonstration. "Even," she said seriously. Then she grasped his hands. "Odd."
Frodo smiled at his precocious child. "Yes, odd."
She resumed right where she left off, grabbing each fingertip and counting as she went, finishing at 'nine' with a squeal as the nine fingers tickled her mercilessly.