Hands

Sam’s hands are always busy, twitching Frodo’s regalia straight, or fixing his tea properly, or providing a thousand other small comforts through the day. They are seldom still unless Frodo catches them, as he does now, to tell Sam that he, too, must take some comfort. Not even the loss of a finger impairs their understanding, so long have these two spoken to each other with hands as well as words. It is a language as secret as Khuzdûl, a grasp passing secrets here, a touch blessing cheek or shoulder there.

But I think that Legolas may know a dialect.



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Hands

Sam’s hands are always busy, twitching Frodo’s regalia straight, or fixing his tea properly, or providing a thousand other small comforts through the day. They are seldom still unless Frodo catches them, as he does now, to tell Sam that he, too, must take some comfort. Not even the loss of a finger impairs their understanding, so long have these two spoken to each other with hands as well as words. It is a language as secret as Khuzdûl, a grasp passing secrets here, a touch blessing cheek or shoulder there.

But I think that Legolas may know a dialect.



cara_chapel wanted F/S