A drouble (200 words)
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It wasn’t until the bags were sitting on the porch that he realized that he would never see Bag End again -- not the way that it should be – not with the Sackville-Bagginses moving all their truck in tomorrow. He padded softly through rooms, remembering. Chalk and pipeweed and Mr. Bilbo saying the names of the letters. Soap and flour and his mother rattling pans on the stove of a morning. Leather and iron and dwarves leaving marks in the floor with their hobnailed boots. Books and fireworks and Gandalf’s voice rumbling like approaching thunder. Ink and parchment and Mr. Frodo wandering out to listen to tavern-gossip for a while before going back to his books.
He paused in the doorway of the empty study and put a hand on his stomach, wondering if it were possible to be homesick before you’d even gone off. For half a moment all he wanted was to run for Bagshot Row and put his head under the covers.
But there was no turning back. “A drop of beer, that’s what you need, Sam Gamgee,” he told himself, and went to the cellar to find it.
Malt courage was better than none at all.
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It wasn’t until the bags were sitting on the porch that he realized that he would never see Bag End again -- not the way that it should be – not with the Sackville-Bagginses moving all their truck in tomorrow. He padded softly through rooms, remembering. Chalk and pipeweed and Mr. Bilbo saying the names of the letters. Soap and flour and his mother rattling pans on the stove of a morning. Leather and iron and dwarves leaving marks in the floor with their hobnailed boots. Books and fireworks and Gandalf’s voice rumbling like approaching thunder. Ink and parchment and Mr. Frodo wandering out to listen to tavern-gossip for a while before going back to his books.
He paused in the doorway of the empty study and put a hand on his stomach, wondering if it were possible to be homesick before you’d even gone off. For half a moment all he wanted was to run for Bagshot Row and put his head under the covers.
But there was no turning back. “A drop of beer, that’s what you need, Sam Gamgee,” he told himself, and went to the cellar to find it.
Malt courage was better than none at all.
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Date: 2004-05-29 02:45 am (UTC)Wonderful. really good. The end is one of your favourite "last words" again! How on earth do you do that? And I don't know anyone with those "Sam-skills"! He is so very much himself when you describe him - it's as if I could put a Yes!! behind every single sentence. Brava!
And if you should wonder what the heck I'm doing here - hm. It's 4.40 a.m. in Germany and the dawn is breaking. I watched ROTK yesterday evening (alone...) and then I couldn't sleep and started to write a scene I had promised
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:17 pm (UTC)And when are we going to see this scene that kept you wakeful through the night, then? I am all curious!
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Date: 2004-05-29 01:12 pm (UTC)That's a scene for my longer version of Chestnut and Honeysuckle. It was inspired by Unspoken, the second "Lily Proudfoot-fic" Illyria write for me, and it's brilliant ( Unspoken, not my scene. You can find the story in her LJ if you don't already have read it).
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Date: 2004-05-29 03:07 am (UTC)very nicely done~! and as Beleg has said, i love how you have a "punchline" in the last lines of your drabbles/droubles =)
makes me love Sam all the more =)
very nicely written "drouble" =)
Here...I thought of this and all Sam-lovers when i saw this:
http://www.warofthering.net/photoforum/showphoto.php?photo=3236
=) :D
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:18 pm (UTC)Oooooh! It's a sparkly!
Ahem.. Oh, yes. Thank you for the review and the pretty picture too!
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Date: 2004-05-30 05:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 03:19 am (UTC)How do you keep doing this? :)
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:20 pm (UTC)But haven't you ever felt that way when you were leaving a dorm room or a place where you'd packed everything away?
thanks
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Date: 2004-05-29 01:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-05-29 03:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 12:22 pm (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2004-05-29 04:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 12:23 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2004-05-29 09:43 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this! :)
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-05-29 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 01:59 pm (UTC)Thanks, RSF!
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Date: 2004-05-29 08:32 pm (UTC)You're welcome!
Re: Departure
Date: 2004-05-29 03:35 pm (UTC)Re: Departure
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Date: 2004-05-29 04:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 08:34 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this!
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Date: 2004-05-29 07:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-29 08:35 pm (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2004-07-09 10:05 am (UTC)Well done!
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