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rabidsamfan) wrote2005-03-01 10:01 pm
rabidsamfan) wrote2005-03-01 10:01 pm
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Nocturnal Musings
"Sam!" he called, and then remembered. Sam was gone. Of course. It wasn't as if he could send the Lady's box around the Shire on its own. Sam had to go too, if the trees were to be planted.
Frodo hitched up against the headboard and hugged his knees, waiting for his breathing to steady. This was ridiculous. He was a full grown hobbit – there was no cause for him to have nightmares because he was alone.
And yet… When was the last time he'd woken without Sam somewhere near? He counted back the days until he knew.
Cirith Ungol.
Frodo hitched up against the headboard and hugged his knees, waiting for his breathing to steady. This was ridiculous. He was a full grown hobbit – there was no cause for him to have nightmares because he was alone.
And yet… When was the last time he'd woken without Sam somewhere near? He counted back the days until he knew.
Cirith Ungol.
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:D
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I wish I could leave some more sensible review, but all I can think of is poor Frodo!
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Amazing how those two little words conjure up so much pain and grief.
Nicely done!
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And I like the image of Frodo hugging his knees on his bed.
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Lovely. You are a master of these.
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*whimper*
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*is speechless*
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And yet… When was the last time he'd woken without Sam somewhere near? He counted back the days until he knew.
Cirith Ungol.
Painfully wonderful.
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*applauds weakly from where she's huddled on the floor*
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Oh.
My.
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