Ficlets cont'd...
This was fro slightlytookish:
(Post-Quest Frodo and Pippin moment...)
“I didn’t quite recognize you and Merry when I saw you at the feast,” said Frodo quietly as he took stock of the changes Pippin had undergone. He moved toward Pippin and looked at him closely.
Frodo felt that Pippin’s physical differences of height and dress weren’t as pronounced as certain seriousness in his cousin’s green eyes, a loss of innocence, becoming more mature than the average tween of the Shire over the course of only a few months. Pippin was still cheerful, inquisitive, but he seemed to have more concern over him now and the measure of responsibility and duties that he had undertaken in Minas Tirith as knight of Gondor surprised Frodo just as much as the dangerous adventures that he and Merry had gone through.
“We’ve all had changed and undergone much, Frodo,” replied Pippin. “Gandalf said that this little adventure would only change me to the better, not worse. I have learned much, dear Frodo, but I am still your dear Took.” Pippin said as he laid a hand on Frodo’s shoulder.
Frodo held on to Pippin’s hand tightly. “I was shaking in fear when I heard from Merry about what happened at the Black Gate with the troll. What a dangerous decision to make in fighting in a battle! I do hope that you are not so hurt anymore,” said Frodo scrutinizing Pippin carefully.
“I woke before you and Sam did and was fit to move around after a week! I am a young and fit hobbit, mind you-and no troll could ever put me down!” replied Pippin cheerfully. “Do not worry, Frodo, or you’ll start sounding like my parents!”
Frodo grinned. “If Paladin and Eglantine knew what sorts of trouble you have been in, they’ll never let you out of their sight again, let alone have I near you ever again!”
“Some things, parents will never get to know. Only dear cousins may share those secrets,” Pippin said mischievously.
“I’m just glad that I didn’t lose you or Merry-I would never forgive myself for letting you on this journey if anything had happened,” said Frodo gravely. “I’m proud of you both though for all that you’ve done and thank you. Thank you both for caring so much to go along with me on this journey.”
“It’s what cousins do, Frodo. We stick together through thick and thin, as Merry said, and we would do it again for you. Anytime.”
“You just know how to make me smile again, don’t you, you little rascal?” Frodo said as he ruffled Pippin’s hair like he used to do when he was younger.
“It’s always been my job, dear Frodo,” replied Pippin cherishing the seemingly long ago act of affection.
“Thank you, dear Took,” Frodo embraced Pippin gently yet tightly, not knowingly in tears, incredibly grateful that he had such a cousin that cared so deeply and knew how to make him smile again.
Double drabble fro shirebound:
(Frodo's thoughts about Bilbo in his first night at Bag End)
Frodo woke, startled, unexpectedly finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings-and realized that he was in Bag End now for Uncle Bilbo had just adopted him that day.
He nestled into the warm covers of his double-hobbit sized bed and mused at the peacefulness of the environment which was a contrast to the loud and crowded Brandy Hall. His room and bed were bigger than before and he could only hear the outside chirping of crickets, not the crying of another young Brandybuck relative.
Although content with the undivided attention and care of Uncle Bilbo, he still missed his Merry though, and this was the one thing that kept the whole adoption a bit bittersweet.
“Dear Frodo-lad, do not worry--we will be making many journeys together and whenever you miss Merry, we will scurry over there, all right?”
Uncle Bilbo also promised that there will be many exciting adventures around the Shire, as well as Elvish lessons to be taught and maybe there would be a chance encounter with one too.
Frodo smiled at these reassurances, and feeling relaxed and optimistic about the future ahead at Bag End, he snuggled against the soft, feather-filled pillow and fell fast asleep.
Double drabble fro claudia603 (Aragorn's thoughts about Frodo after the cave troll incident...)
I had thought that Frodo had died when that troll’s spear impaled into his flesh. A new layer of respect overwhelmed me when I picked up the seemingly dead hobbit-only to hear his voice say calmly “I’m all right, I’m not hurt” and I almost drop him in surprise. Again, Frodo has shown the resilience only the strongest warriors have shown.
Later, on the way to Lothlorien when I tend to Frodo’s hurts, I see grief and guilt in his blue eyes and gently acknowledge that it would progressively be harder as the road goes on but emphasize that I will be there for him. He nods at me in gratitude, but it is clear we are both hurting from the loss of our leader.
Running at the rear as we continue our way to Lothlorien, I realize that all hobbits are loyal and strong but only Frodo has a clear light in his eyes, enduring and determined. The sense of grace that Frodo carries himself with inspires and leads on his fellow kinsmen and faithful servant. Not all hobbits seem to be as special as this one and indeed, Bilbo has found one exceptional heir in Frodo Baggins.
Fro i_o_r_h_a_e_l:
(Angsty Frodo with him having the Morgul wound and his thoughts between the time of Weathertop and Rivendell...)
Dark shadows loomed over him. Consumed by a black, empty vastness conveying no light and hope, seductive whispers told him to give up the Ring to the Dark Lord thus be rewarded for his obedience. Tempting promises of a cessation of suffering echoed in his tired, befuddled mind.
But he would not yield. He did not want to submit to the darkness, seeking to take over his soul and mind. Instead he forced himself to think about the Shire, about his dear friends… but even those happy memories were tainted with shadows, seemingly less clear than before....
Frodo woke with in a cold sweat, but waking only brought upon more pain upon his shoulder and impenetrable cold. The nightmare lingered in his mind about salvation, the promise of respite from misery and torment if he put on the Ring. Shivering, he clutched the horrible object with hatred, and his will stirred. He had been foolish once in Weathertop, and was resolute not to yield again. Determined to make it to Rivendell, no matter how difficult it would be, he knew that giving up was not a choice. He would rather endure than submit to the evil desires of the wretched Ring-wraiths.
But even with those thoughts of determination, they could not combat the sense of irrepressible cold and intense pain that seemed to have redoubled with the passage of time. Frodo had lost track of the amount of time that had passed since Weathertop, and even less conscious upon how many more days till they would reach Rivendell… If he could even make it at all.
Their discovery of the trolls and finding out about one of Bilbo’s stories come true was comforting for Frodo. Along with Sam’s song about the trolls and Aragorn, Merry and Pippin’s constant care for him, Frodo was indeed heartened by their unceasing help to him through this difficult time.
Glorfindel’s arrival gave him one last measure of hope that he would make it to Rivendell yet. His voice was like a song out of legends that were only thought to be stories from Bilbo. Yet his presence did make a slight difference to retain hope.
But physically, Glorfindel nor anyone could help with the increasing difficulty of seeing clearly. Things had started fading into a ghostly grey during the daylight hours. He was becoming increasingly desperate and fearful, and he truly wondered at his capacity to endure any longer. Weariness seemed to envelope him, though cold pain radiated constantly from the wound making sleep difficult. Riding upon Asfaloth, he again entered the world of dark nightmares, requiring the need of the sub-conscious to fight off those intangible shadows which sought to further decrease his energy level.
Yet it did not combat his will, his determination to make it, no matter how hard it would be.
I have some ficlets/drabbles still yet to do from March... (sorry to gamgeefest, dreamflower02 and frodobaggins_88) but i will get to them when i'm on vacation. ;) ♥
Hope you liked~!
And because these are unbeta-ed, any comments are welcome. :)
(Post-Quest Frodo and Pippin moment...)
“I didn’t quite recognize you and Merry when I saw you at the feast,” said Frodo quietly as he took stock of the changes Pippin had undergone. He moved toward Pippin and looked at him closely.
Frodo felt that Pippin’s physical differences of height and dress weren’t as pronounced as certain seriousness in his cousin’s green eyes, a loss of innocence, becoming more mature than the average tween of the Shire over the course of only a few months. Pippin was still cheerful, inquisitive, but he seemed to have more concern over him now and the measure of responsibility and duties that he had undertaken in Minas Tirith as knight of Gondor surprised Frodo just as much as the dangerous adventures that he and Merry had gone through.
“We’ve all had changed and undergone much, Frodo,” replied Pippin. “Gandalf said that this little adventure would only change me to the better, not worse. I have learned much, dear Frodo, but I am still your dear Took.” Pippin said as he laid a hand on Frodo’s shoulder.
Frodo held on to Pippin’s hand tightly. “I was shaking in fear when I heard from Merry about what happened at the Black Gate with the troll. What a dangerous decision to make in fighting in a battle! I do hope that you are not so hurt anymore,” said Frodo scrutinizing Pippin carefully.
“I woke before you and Sam did and was fit to move around after a week! I am a young and fit hobbit, mind you-and no troll could ever put me down!” replied Pippin cheerfully. “Do not worry, Frodo, or you’ll start sounding like my parents!”
Frodo grinned. “If Paladin and Eglantine knew what sorts of trouble you have been in, they’ll never let you out of their sight again, let alone have I near you ever again!”
“Some things, parents will never get to know. Only dear cousins may share those secrets,” Pippin said mischievously.
“I’m just glad that I didn’t lose you or Merry-I would never forgive myself for letting you on this journey if anything had happened,” said Frodo gravely. “I’m proud of you both though for all that you’ve done and thank you. Thank you both for caring so much to go along with me on this journey.”
“It’s what cousins do, Frodo. We stick together through thick and thin, as Merry said, and we would do it again for you. Anytime.”
“You just know how to make me smile again, don’t you, you little rascal?” Frodo said as he ruffled Pippin’s hair like he used to do when he was younger.
“It’s always been my job, dear Frodo,” replied Pippin cherishing the seemingly long ago act of affection.
“Thank you, dear Took,” Frodo embraced Pippin gently yet tightly, not knowingly in tears, incredibly grateful that he had such a cousin that cared so deeply and knew how to make him smile again.
Double drabble fro shirebound:
(Frodo's thoughts about Bilbo in his first night at Bag End)
Frodo woke, startled, unexpectedly finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings-and realized that he was in Bag End now for Uncle Bilbo had just adopted him that day.
He nestled into the warm covers of his double-hobbit sized bed and mused at the peacefulness of the environment which was a contrast to the loud and crowded Brandy Hall. His room and bed were bigger than before and he could only hear the outside chirping of crickets, not the crying of another young Brandybuck relative.
Although content with the undivided attention and care of Uncle Bilbo, he still missed his Merry though, and this was the one thing that kept the whole adoption a bit bittersweet.
“Dear Frodo-lad, do not worry--we will be making many journeys together and whenever you miss Merry, we will scurry over there, all right?”
Uncle Bilbo also promised that there will be many exciting adventures around the Shire, as well as Elvish lessons to be taught and maybe there would be a chance encounter with one too.
Frodo smiled at these reassurances, and feeling relaxed and optimistic about the future ahead at Bag End, he snuggled against the soft, feather-filled pillow and fell fast asleep.
Double drabble fro claudia603 (Aragorn's thoughts about Frodo after the cave troll incident...)
I had thought that Frodo had died when that troll’s spear impaled into his flesh. A new layer of respect overwhelmed me when I picked up the seemingly dead hobbit-only to hear his voice say calmly “I’m all right, I’m not hurt” and I almost drop him in surprise. Again, Frodo has shown the resilience only the strongest warriors have shown.
Later, on the way to Lothlorien when I tend to Frodo’s hurts, I see grief and guilt in his blue eyes and gently acknowledge that it would progressively be harder as the road goes on but emphasize that I will be there for him. He nods at me in gratitude, but it is clear we are both hurting from the loss of our leader.
Running at the rear as we continue our way to Lothlorien, I realize that all hobbits are loyal and strong but only Frodo has a clear light in his eyes, enduring and determined. The sense of grace that Frodo carries himself with inspires and leads on his fellow kinsmen and faithful servant. Not all hobbits seem to be as special as this one and indeed, Bilbo has found one exceptional heir in Frodo Baggins.
Fro i_o_r_h_a_e_l:
(Angsty Frodo with him having the Morgul wound and his thoughts between the time of Weathertop and Rivendell...)
Dark shadows loomed over him. Consumed by a black, empty vastness conveying no light and hope, seductive whispers told him to give up the Ring to the Dark Lord thus be rewarded for his obedience. Tempting promises of a cessation of suffering echoed in his tired, befuddled mind.
But he would not yield. He did not want to submit to the darkness, seeking to take over his soul and mind. Instead he forced himself to think about the Shire, about his dear friends… but even those happy memories were tainted with shadows, seemingly less clear than before....
Frodo woke with in a cold sweat, but waking only brought upon more pain upon his shoulder and impenetrable cold. The nightmare lingered in his mind about salvation, the promise of respite from misery and torment if he put on the Ring. Shivering, he clutched the horrible object with hatred, and his will stirred. He had been foolish once in Weathertop, and was resolute not to yield again. Determined to make it to Rivendell, no matter how difficult it would be, he knew that giving up was not a choice. He would rather endure than submit to the evil desires of the wretched Ring-wraiths.
But even with those thoughts of determination, they could not combat the sense of irrepressible cold and intense pain that seemed to have redoubled with the passage of time. Frodo had lost track of the amount of time that had passed since Weathertop, and even less conscious upon how many more days till they would reach Rivendell… If he could even make it at all.
Their discovery of the trolls and finding out about one of Bilbo’s stories come true was comforting for Frodo. Along with Sam’s song about the trolls and Aragorn, Merry and Pippin’s constant care for him, Frodo was indeed heartened by their unceasing help to him through this difficult time.
Glorfindel’s arrival gave him one last measure of hope that he would make it to Rivendell yet. His voice was like a song out of legends that were only thought to be stories from Bilbo. Yet his presence did make a slight difference to retain hope.
But physically, Glorfindel nor anyone could help with the increasing difficulty of seeing clearly. Things had started fading into a ghostly grey during the daylight hours. He was becoming increasingly desperate and fearful, and he truly wondered at his capacity to endure any longer. Weariness seemed to envelope him, though cold pain radiated constantly from the wound making sleep difficult. Riding upon Asfaloth, he again entered the world of dark nightmares, requiring the need of the sub-conscious to fight off those intangible shadows which sought to further decrease his energy level.
Yet it did not combat his will, his determination to make it, no matter how hard it would be.
I have some ficlets/drabbles still yet to do from March... (sorry to gamgeefest, dreamflower02 and frodobaggins_88) but i will get to them when i'm on vacation. ;) ♥
Hope you liked~!
And because these are unbeta-ed, any comments are welcome. :)