Bergil's story
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rabidsamfanpart one (There are links at the end of each section.)
“Too much wine, or too much walking, I wonder,” said the King. His eyes were dark with the concern as they turned again to the curtained bed.
“He said wine. And he hasn’t a fever,” Bergil reassured him. “We brought him willow tea, perhaps an hour since, with peppermint and other things in it. There’s some left in the kitchen.”
“We?” The King asked, frowning.
“Master Sam and me. Or is he Lord Sam? He said he wasn’t a prince.” To Bergil’s relief the answer was the right one, for the King smiled, indeed, seemed to have to keep himself from laughing out loud.
“‘Lord Sam!’ Elladan, can you imagine what he’d do if I dubbed him that?”
“Blush, and think the honor far too high, as my father says he did when bidden to eat as guest at our table,” Elrond’s son was smiling too. “And so you will not burden him with that, on top of all the rest. Shall I check to see what was in the tea, Elessar?”
“Please do,” said the King, his eyes falling to Bergil again. “Go with Elladan…” he began, and then caught Bergil’s chin in his hand, one thumb running across Bergil’s cheek as he was turned so that the light from the fire fell onto his face. “I know you, don’t I?”
Bergil didn’t know how to feel. Glad to be recognized, but afraid too, in case the King was one of the people who was mad at his father. “I brought you kingsfoil,” he said, which was true. “For Captain Faramir.”
“Ah.” The King nodded, understanding coming into his eyes, and something that Bergil was terribly afraid looked like pity. “I remember. Go with Elladan, then, and show him the tea, and then you may begin to fetch the bath water.”
“Yes, sir,” Bergil said, grateful to be released. He would have run if he dared, but instead led Elladan to the kitchen and the reserved portion of the tea before finding the water buckets where they were kept by the door.
It wasn’t until he was back from the fountain with the first two pailsfull that he caught sight of himself in the mirror in the entry hall. The rising light of dawn picked out every tangle in his hair, and the darkening half-moons of lost sleep under his eyes. But worst of all, it showed the dirt and coaldust that had somehow gotten from his hands to his face, and the tear tracks, all smudged on one side, that had betrayed him to the King.
part seventeen
“Too much wine, or too much walking, I wonder,” said the King. His eyes were dark with the concern as they turned again to the curtained bed.
“He said wine. And he hasn’t a fever,” Bergil reassured him. “We brought him willow tea, perhaps an hour since, with peppermint and other things in it. There’s some left in the kitchen.”
“We?” The King asked, frowning.
“Master Sam and me. Or is he Lord Sam? He said he wasn’t a prince.” To Bergil’s relief the answer was the right one, for the King smiled, indeed, seemed to have to keep himself from laughing out loud.
“‘Lord Sam!’ Elladan, can you imagine what he’d do if I dubbed him that?”
“Blush, and think the honor far too high, as my father says he did when bidden to eat as guest at our table,” Elrond’s son was smiling too. “And so you will not burden him with that, on top of all the rest. Shall I check to see what was in the tea, Elessar?”
“Please do,” said the King, his eyes falling to Bergil again. “Go with Elladan…” he began, and then caught Bergil’s chin in his hand, one thumb running across Bergil’s cheek as he was turned so that the light from the fire fell onto his face. “I know you, don’t I?”
Bergil didn’t know how to feel. Glad to be recognized, but afraid too, in case the King was one of the people who was mad at his father. “I brought you kingsfoil,” he said, which was true. “For Captain Faramir.”
“Ah.” The King nodded, understanding coming into his eyes, and something that Bergil was terribly afraid looked like pity. “I remember. Go with Elladan, then, and show him the tea, and then you may begin to fetch the bath water.”
“Yes, sir,” Bergil said, grateful to be released. He would have run if he dared, but instead led Elladan to the kitchen and the reserved portion of the tea before finding the water buckets where they were kept by the door.
It wasn’t until he was back from the fountain with the first two pailsfull that he caught sight of himself in the mirror in the entry hall. The rising light of dawn picked out every tangle in his hair, and the darkening half-moons of lost sleep under his eyes. But worst of all, it showed the dirt and coaldust that had somehow gotten from his hands to his face, and the tear tracks, all smudged on one side, that had betrayed him to the King.
part seventeen
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Date: 2004-12-25 02:24 am (UTC)“‘Lord Sam!’ Elladan, can you imagine what he’d do if I dubbed him that?”
“Blush, and think the honor far too high, as my father says he did when bidden to eat as guest at our table,” Elrond’s son was smiling too. “And so you will not burden him with that, on top of all the rest.
Wonderful.
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Date: 2004-12-25 03:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-25 03:10 am (UTC)“Too much wine, or too much walking, I wonder,” said the King. His eyes were dark with the concern as they turned again to the curtained bed.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! :D
“Ah.” The King nodded, understanding coming into his eyes, and something that Bergil was terribly afraid looked like pity. “I remember. Go with Elladan, then, and show him the tea, and then you may begin to fetch the bath water.”
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. . . :D Poor lad.
*melts melts melts*
Poor lil' Frodo, too, still. . . .
I LOVE your Elessar, BTW. . . .
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Date: 2004-12-25 05:52 am (UTC)The warrior-King, the healer-King, the gentle, kind and understanding King!
The King nodded, understanding coming into his eyes, and something that Bergil was terribly afraid looked like pity.
Oooo, I just melted into a puddle. Good thing febobe set such a fine example.
And last, the description, that had betrayed him to the King.
O my. It's almost everything I wanted. (Greedy, I know. Sorry. But it's my way of saying, More, please?)
*hugs*
Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-25 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-25 07:36 am (UTC)Ohhh... poor boy. And as
I think I mentioned it before, but you write a great Aragorn.
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Date: 2004-12-25 03:13 pm (UTC)BTW - did my emails arrive at the other address?
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Date: 2004-12-25 09:21 am (UTC)Gorgeous, and SO like Aragorn. Won't he make a marvelous father when Eldarion finally shows up?
What a lovely Christmas goodie! Thanks very much.
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Date: 2004-12-25 03:05 pm (UTC)I think that Aragorn and Sam have some things in common, and the potential to be very good fathers is one of them!
Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-25 05:05 pm (UTC)Perceptive Aragorn! Artlessly thoughtful Bergil! Angst! Understanding! (some humour!)
I just loved that little snippet of spontaneous connection between the two. Lovely!
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