A Dangar and Rory tribble: 'A Home for Dangar' - G
Title: A Home For Dangar
Rating: G
Pairing: Dangar and Rory
Prompt: Fever
Summary: Rory sees the light.
Author's notes: This story follows the 'Winter' prompts for the troubledtribble community and it will also be posted there so forgive any duplication. This story would be HALF as good were it not for the guidance and marvelous suggestions offered by my dearest abandonada. Her skill as a beta and editor grows daily.
For those who haven't yet met Dangar and Rory, their story can be found here.
Rory huffed as he pulled a cart laden with straw down the path leading to Dangar’s small hobbit-hole. His friend had been unwell since their disastrous meeting with Lothagar and was running a slight fever. Worried, Rory had insisted that Dangar spend the night so he could care for him and Dangar happily agreed. But he declared that he must go home first and cover his flowers before settling in for the night. A nip of frost was in the air, and he wouldn’t allow the garden that he cherished to be neglected.
Rory refused to permit it. “I’ll take care of your flowers,” he said firmly, settling Dangar on the settee. “You lie here by the fire and sip this tea ‘til I return.”
Dangar looked at him gratefully. “You’ll give special attention to the snapdragons?”
“I shall, indeed,” Rory said soothingly. “Please don’t fret, dear heart. I shall return shortly.”
Now Rory tended each flowerbed, covering them with a protective layer of warming straw. As promised, he gave special attention to the snapdragons. Then he stood and went into the hobbit-hole, intending to grab a fresh weskit and perhaps a favorite quilt for his friend.
The hole was uniquely ‘Dangar’. Books and papers were stacked neatly. The scent of ‘Old Toby’ touched his nostrils. The hole was cozy and thoroughly welcoming. Rory smiled and began gathering items he wished to carry back to his friend.
“I’ve been trying to talk him into moving into ‘Three Bagshot’,” Rory mused.
Upon his return, he took Dangar’s hand. “You don’t want to leave your hole do you. Speak truly.”
“Well,” Dangar said softly. “My flowers, Rory. And Sam and Frodo… they slept there, you know.”
“So perhaps I should move in with you!”
The tears in Dangar’s eyes were answer enough.
Rating: G
Pairing: Dangar and Rory
Prompt: Fever
Summary: Rory sees the light.
Author's notes: This story follows the 'Winter' prompts for the troubledtribble community and it will also be posted there so forgive any duplication. This story would be HALF as good were it not for the guidance and marvelous suggestions offered by my dearest abandonada. Her skill as a beta and editor grows daily.
For those who haven't yet met Dangar and Rory, their story can be found here.
Rory huffed as he pulled a cart laden with straw down the path leading to Dangar’s small hobbit-hole. His friend had been unwell since their disastrous meeting with Lothagar and was running a slight fever. Worried, Rory had insisted that Dangar spend the night so he could care for him and Dangar happily agreed. But he declared that he must go home first and cover his flowers before settling in for the night. A nip of frost was in the air, and he wouldn’t allow the garden that he cherished to be neglected.
Rory refused to permit it. “I’ll take care of your flowers,” he said firmly, settling Dangar on the settee. “You lie here by the fire and sip this tea ‘til I return.”
Dangar looked at him gratefully. “You’ll give special attention to the snapdragons?”
“I shall, indeed,” Rory said soothingly. “Please don’t fret, dear heart. I shall return shortly.”
Now Rory tended each flowerbed, covering them with a protective layer of warming straw. As promised, he gave special attention to the snapdragons. Then he stood and went into the hobbit-hole, intending to grab a fresh weskit and perhaps a favorite quilt for his friend.
The hole was uniquely ‘Dangar’. Books and papers were stacked neatly. The scent of ‘Old Toby’ touched his nostrils. The hole was cozy and thoroughly welcoming. Rory smiled and began gathering items he wished to carry back to his friend.
“I’ve been trying to talk him into moving into ‘Three Bagshot’,” Rory mused.
Upon his return, he took Dangar’s hand. “You don’t want to leave your hole do you. Speak truly.”
“Well,” Dangar said softly. “My flowers, Rory. And Sam and Frodo… they slept there, you know.”
“So perhaps I should move in with you!”
The tears in Dangar’s eyes were answer enough.