Pause in Moria
Feb. 28th, 2005 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfan"I'm all right, I can walk. Put me down!" Aragorn doesn't mean to be rough, but he caught me up so quickly that I'm glad to be put down, to go carefully down these stairs without being jarred while he and Gandalf argue over our heads. But it is harder work than it should be. I'm gladder still of a chance to stop.
Sam is more careful; the arms he wraps around me are gentle, inviting me to lean into his sturdiness without haste or force. He's as frightened as a deer – his pulse is racing faster than mine – but he murmurs reassurances, hobbit-nonsense that contrasts oddly with Gandalf's mutterings from up there by the door. It isn't all right, and it won't be better with a cup of tea, and a bite to eat, Sam, unless you mean to find them somewhere beyond this wretched darkness. And yet I am comforted, like the fauntlings with skinned knees who sniffled belatedly on the garden steps while you came up to ask me permission to raid the teacakes. There's a whiff of flour and cinnamon from your clothes under the iron tang of blood. I close my eyes and remember home.
Sam is more careful; the arms he wraps around me are gentle, inviting me to lean into his sturdiness without haste or force. He's as frightened as a deer – his pulse is racing faster than mine – but he murmurs reassurances, hobbit-nonsense that contrasts oddly with Gandalf's mutterings from up there by the door. It isn't all right, and it won't be better with a cup of tea, and a bite to eat, Sam, unless you mean to find them somewhere beyond this wretched darkness. And yet I am comforted, like the fauntlings with skinned knees who sniffled belatedly on the garden steps while you came up to ask me permission to raid the teacakes. There's a whiff of flour and cinnamon from your clothes under the iron tang of blood. I close my eyes and remember home.
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Date: 2005-03-01 04:40 am (UTC)Oh this is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. The memories, the comfort, Sam's murmured hobbit-nonsense... I love this very much!!!! So glad your muses are dancing now! This one is gorgeous!