Nov. 3rd, 2004

rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
Doing mindless things to try not to fret about vote counts that will probably be fussed about for at least a week anyway.

Made a table of all my fics.

Counted them.

I've written well over a hundred drabbles now...

Started putting in links along the chronology. It starts here if you're interested. It'll take me a while to finish though.
rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
Doing mindless things to try not to fret about vote counts that will probably be fussed about for at least a week anyway.

Made a table of all my fics.

Counted them.

I've written well over a hundred drabbles now...

Started putting in links along the chronology. It starts here if you're interested. It'll take me a while to finish though.

Oh, piffle!

Nov. 3rd, 2004 09:38 pm
rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
I was so wrapped up in my head I forgot to watch the clock and now I've missed Lost.
ffffffTTT!!

I hope someone has a feed for it at some point.

Oh, piffle!

Nov. 3rd, 2004 09:38 pm
rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
I was so wrapped up in my head I forgot to watch the clock and now I've missed Lost.
ffffffTTT!!

I hope someone has a feed for it at some point.
rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
Reunion in Bywater

At first he was frightened. His eyesight hadn’t been its best for a good while now, and the dim light from the tiny fire didn’t go far in the smoke that escaped from the badly built chimney. He’d learned to distrust knockings at his door, but he’d gone to answer, lest the flimsy barrier be shattered. And when the invader swept him into a hard, metal-laden hug he would have put his cane to good use if it weren’t for the touch of tears against his cheek and a longed-for voice repeating in his ear, “I’m home, Dad, I’m home.”



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rabidsamfan: samwise gamgee, I must see it through (Default)
Reunion in Bywater

At first he was frightened. His eyesight hadn’t been its best for a good while now, and the dim light from the tiny fire didn’t go far in the smoke that escaped from the badly built chimney. He’d learned to distrust knockings at his door, but he’d gone to answer, lest the flimsy barrier be shattered. And when the invader swept him into a hard, metal-laden hug he would have put his cane to good use if it weren’t for the touch of tears against his cheek and a longed-for voice repeating in his ear, “I’m home, Dad, I’m home.”



links )
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