Fic: Glowworms
Title: Glowworms
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS
Characters: Drogo, Primula, Frodo, Gandalf
Rating: G
Summary: They are gathered for Frodo’s mum’s birthday.
AN: Written for fffc’s challenge with the prompt animal.
Both Frodo’s dad and mum did not understand why Frodo looked restless and why they had to wait. The guests, aunts, uncles, cousins far removed, had arrived, some from hours ago from out of town, Long Cleeve in North Farthing, Hobbiton and Tuckboroughg in West Farthing, Willowbottom in East Farthing, and Digby in South Farthing. They had gotten impatient and hungry, and they wanted the party to commence soon.
Yet Frodo insisted that they wait for another guest, an important and distinguished one, because he had with him Frodo’s precious present for his mother.
“There he is!” Frodo squealed, and soon the others did, too, as a looming shadow formed on the wall of the hobbithole. “Gandalf, you are here.”
“The Wizard always keeps his promise, my dear lad.”
Frodo’s smile lit the night. “And my gift, do you have it?”
Gandalf the Grey flapped his robe by way of answer and fetched a draped urn. He was about to bare it open when Frodo cried, “Wait, no. I will get a bottle and turn off the lights.”
“Frodo, why should you…”
But Frodo had vanished before Primula was done talking. Soon all the lights were out. The guests were once again squeaking in panic but Frodo, grinning, was not bothered with them. He handed out a fat glass bottle to Gandalf, who took his jug and poured its content into it. Soon the guests forgot their panic and ooh-ed and aah-ed as a cluster of fireflies gushed out of the urn into the bottle, filling it up and giving off soft yellow, green, and pale red lights. Frodo sighed in joy and squeezed Gandalf’s thigh tightly.
“You are the best, Gandalf.”
“That was nothing, my boy.” Gandalf would never say anything about the arduous journeys he had to make to some marshes and woods in order to gather all those glowworms.
Frodo’s quiet smile wiped all his weariness.
~~~
Fandom: Lord of the Rings FPS
Characters: Drogo, Primula, Frodo, Gandalf
Rating: G
Summary: They are gathered for Frodo’s mum’s birthday.
AN: Written for fffc’s challenge with the prompt animal.
Both Frodo’s dad and mum did not understand why Frodo looked restless and why they had to wait. The guests, aunts, uncles, cousins far removed, had arrived, some from hours ago from out of town, Long Cleeve in North Farthing, Hobbiton and Tuckboroughg in West Farthing, Willowbottom in East Farthing, and Digby in South Farthing. They had gotten impatient and hungry, and they wanted the party to commence soon.
Yet Frodo insisted that they wait for another guest, an important and distinguished one, because he had with him Frodo’s precious present for his mother.
“There he is!” Frodo squealed, and soon the others did, too, as a looming shadow formed on the wall of the hobbithole. “Gandalf, you are here.”
“The Wizard always keeps his promise, my dear lad.”
Frodo’s smile lit the night. “And my gift, do you have it?”
Gandalf the Grey flapped his robe by way of answer and fetched a draped urn. He was about to bare it open when Frodo cried, “Wait, no. I will get a bottle and turn off the lights.”
“Frodo, why should you…”
But Frodo had vanished before Primula was done talking. Soon all the lights were out. The guests were once again squeaking in panic but Frodo, grinning, was not bothered with them. He handed out a fat glass bottle to Gandalf, who took his jug and poured its content into it. Soon the guests forgot their panic and ooh-ed and aah-ed as a cluster of fireflies gushed out of the urn into the bottle, filling it up and giving off soft yellow, green, and pale red lights. Frodo sighed in joy and squeezed Gandalf’s thigh tightly.
“You are the best, Gandalf.”
“That was nothing, my boy.” Gandalf would never say anything about the arduous journeys he had to make to some marshes and woods in order to gather all those glowworms.
Frodo’s quiet smile wiped all his weariness.
~~~