Holiday Nonsense from Me to You
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Wedding Arrangements
Posted for your Holiday amusement, and partly in answer to an oft-dangled prompt from Hildigard_brown. I realise you were hoping for something considerably more… extensive in the requested genre, dear. I’m sorry, but this is all I can manage (as yet, at least)!
Rating: Absolutely G; if your own imagination subsequently inveigles you toward more rarefied climes, I devolve all responsibility upon Frodo and Sam
No Warning because that would be a Great Big Spoiler; and, come on *bats lashes* I mean - just how much squick can you get from one tiny little innocent drabble? ;-)) Word…dashes… *sigh*
Wedding Arrangements
‘White?’ Frodo asks.
‘It’s traditional,’ Marigold replies dismissively, checking another item off her list. ‘And you’ll look even more beautif-’ she stops short under the jealous frown her brother directs at her, ‘-you’ll look very well in it,’ she finishes.
‘All white?’ Frodo is clearly having trouble with the concept of white breeches. ‘It’s a fib, anyway,’ he objects.
‘And whose fault is that?’ she retorts, then realises that's something she really doesn’t want to talk about. Ever.
Logically, Sam must have… But…
‘Yes, well, we can’t all be virgins,’ she says airily, ‘and at least you’re not showing yet.’
~~~~\~~~/~~~~
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I hoped for GAFFS, but it was not to be. Sam remains teetering on that edge (of a table, as it happens), with Frodo doing his not inconsiderable best to drive him right over, and out of his mind as well.
Soon - I hear Sam gasping - soon, though!
Wedding Arrangements
Posted for your Holiday amusement, and partly in answer to an oft-dangled prompt from Hildigard_brown. I realise you were hoping for something considerably more… extensive in the requested genre, dear. I’m sorry, but this is all I can manage (as yet, at least)!
Rating: Absolutely G; if your own imagination subsequently inveigles you toward more rarefied climes, I devolve all responsibility upon Frodo and Sam
No Warning because that would be a Great Big Spoiler; and, come on *bats lashes* I mean - just how much squick can you get from one tiny little innocent drabble? ;-)) Word…dashes… *sigh*
Wedding Arrangements
‘White?’ Frodo asks.
‘It’s traditional,’ Marigold replies dismissively, checking another item off her list. ‘And you’ll look even more beautif-’ she stops short under the jealous frown her brother directs at her, ‘-you’ll look very well in it,’ she finishes.
‘All white?’ Frodo is clearly having trouble with the concept of white breeches. ‘It’s a fib, anyway,’ he objects.
‘And whose fault is that?’ she retorts, then realises that's something she really doesn’t want to talk about. Ever.
Logically, Sam must have… But…
‘Yes, well, we can’t all be virgins,’ she says airily, ‘and at least you’re not showing yet.’
~~~~\~~~/~~~~
~~~~\~~~/~~~~
I hoped for GAFFS, but it was not to be. Sam remains teetering on that edge (of a table, as it happens), with Frodo doing his not inconsiderable best to drive him right over, and out of his mind as well.
Soon - I hear Sam gasping - soon, though!