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A few drabbles until later:
Drabble #1
“No Frodo, you are to breathe like this,” Aragorn instructed, bending down to the hobbit and puckering his lips in the correct position. He then smiled lovingly and added, “Like you are leaning in to kiss me…” He suddenly was against Frodo’s lips, and he kissed Frodo gently. Much to Frodo’s annoyance, Aragorn pulled away, and put his hand upon Frodo’s curved belly.
“Now it is your turn,” he encouraged gently.
Frodo sighed, “But I look like a fish, Aragorn!”
Aragorn laughed heartily, bent down and kissed Frodo’s forehead. “A fish! Nay, Frodo, you are far too lovely for that.”
Double Drabble #2
Frodo leaned back on delightfully soft pillows, his eyes closed in contentment. The soft sounds of platters clicking against wood made him open his eyes. Faramir’s back was to him, where he was setting out trays on the empty table across the room.
Frodo breathed in the appetizing aroma of second breakfast and said softly, “I do hope at least something on all those trays is for me.”
Faramir turned, eyes glinting, and his mouth in a crooked smile. “Why would I have any for you, silly hobbit, when you’re eating for two?” Frodo frowned as Faramir turned his back to him, but in time he approached the bed with two large trays and placed them on a small table designed especially to go over Frodo's ever-growing stomach.
Faramir winked, and then pointed to the first tray triumphantly. “Eggs, sausages- all just the way you like them-toast, bread and jam and butter, bacon, some juice here, and milk over there, and-”
“Faramir!” Frodo cried; his shrill snivel was slightly tinged with irritation. Frodo scanned the tray, and then the second one urgently.
“What is it, sweetie?” Faramir took Frodo’s hand in his.
“It’s just… there are no mushrooms!”
Drabble #1
“No Frodo, you are to breathe like this,” Aragorn instructed, bending down to the hobbit and puckering his lips in the correct position. He then smiled lovingly and added, “Like you are leaning in to kiss me…” He suddenly was against Frodo’s lips, and he kissed Frodo gently. Much to Frodo’s annoyance, Aragorn pulled away, and put his hand upon Frodo’s curved belly.
“Now it is your turn,” he encouraged gently.
Frodo sighed, “But I look like a fish, Aragorn!”
Aragorn laughed heartily, bent down and kissed Frodo’s forehead. “A fish! Nay, Frodo, you are far too lovely for that.”
Double Drabble #2
Frodo leaned back on delightfully soft pillows, his eyes closed in contentment. The soft sounds of platters clicking against wood made him open his eyes. Faramir’s back was to him, where he was setting out trays on the empty table across the room.
Frodo breathed in the appetizing aroma of second breakfast and said softly, “I do hope at least something on all those trays is for me.”
Faramir turned, eyes glinting, and his mouth in a crooked smile. “Why would I have any for you, silly hobbit, when you’re eating for two?” Frodo frowned as Faramir turned his back to him, but in time he approached the bed with two large trays and placed them on a small table designed especially to go over Frodo's ever-growing stomach.
Faramir winked, and then pointed to the first tray triumphantly. “Eggs, sausages- all just the way you like them-toast, bread and jam and butter, bacon, some juice here, and milk over there, and-”
“Faramir!” Frodo cried; his shrill snivel was slightly tinged with irritation. Frodo scanned the tray, and then the second one urgently.
“What is it, sweetie?” Faramir took Frodo’s hand in his.
“It’s just… there are no mushrooms!”