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I haven't written very short fics in ages, but this one popped into my head last night, and I had to get it out of my system before being able to keep working on my Waymeet story. It's dark and angsty, very different from my usual fluffy and/or porny writing. It would seem that my Muse is currently suffering from a mild case of SAD... Hopefully it won't last!
Title: Frozen
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: PG
Word count: 200 (a drouble)
Warning: Major Post-Quest Angst!
When Sam came home, Frodo had been looking out of the kitchen window for nearly an hour. His breath had misted up the glass and he could not really see the garden any more, but he barely noticed it. It was not as though it had been a lovely sight anyway, not at this time of the year. It was just a dark expense of frozen soil and bare bushes, shrouded in persistent mist.
“Sorry I'm late! I'll start making tea right away!” Sam's cheerful voice preceded him down the hall, then Frodo heard him repress a sigh as he entered the darkened kitchen. Frodo felt strong arms wrap around his waist and soft lips kiss his nape, but it seemed that even the familiar warmth against his back couldn't prevent the freezing fog from seeping through the window and spread through him, making his missing finger throb and his heart go numb.
“Spring will come soon, me dear,” Sam murmured. Frodo shook his head, his answer barely audible to his own ears:
“I know it will, Sam. But not for me.”
Sam's embrace tightened painfully, and they stood still and silent as darkness closed over them.
Title: Frozen
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: PG
Word count: 200 (a drouble)
Warning: Major Post-Quest Angst!
When Sam came home, Frodo had been looking out of the kitchen window for nearly an hour. His breath had misted up the glass and he could not really see the garden any more, but he barely noticed it. It was not as though it had been a lovely sight anyway, not at this time of the year. It was just a dark expense of frozen soil and bare bushes, shrouded in persistent mist.
“Sorry I'm late! I'll start making tea right away!” Sam's cheerful voice preceded him down the hall, then Frodo heard him repress a sigh as he entered the darkened kitchen. Frodo felt strong arms wrap around his waist and soft lips kiss his nape, but it seemed that even the familiar warmth against his back couldn't prevent the freezing fog from seeping through the window and spread through him, making his missing finger throb and his heart go numb.
“Spring will come soon, me dear,” Sam murmured. Frodo shook his head, his answer barely audible to his own ears:
“I know it will, Sam. But not for me.”
Sam's embrace tightened painfully, and they stood still and silent as darkness closed over them.