five hours sleep, and I wake up? What?
Jun. 5th, 2004 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanBut you all benefit from a drabble. I'm not happy with the title, and it probably needs another revision but there it is.
Night in Rivendell
His hand is colder now.
It’s been cold for days, but holding it tonight is like trying to hang onto the metal handle of a pump at midnight on a winter night. The chill creeps out of him and into me, until I have to switch off hands. My fingers ache, my joints are as stiff as Dad’s and nearly as swollen, and I blow on them to try to warm them a little, but even my breath is cool now, and the blankets Lord Elrond wrapped around us don’t help much.
I wonder if we’ll both die of frostbite.
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Night in Rivendell
His hand is colder now.
It’s been cold for days, but holding it tonight is like trying to hang onto the metal handle of a pump at midnight on a winter night. The chill creeps out of him and into me, until I have to switch off hands. My fingers ache, my joints are as stiff as Dad’s and nearly as swollen, and I blow on them to try to warm them a little, but even my breath is cool now, and the blankets Lord Elrond wrapped around us don’t help much.
I wonder if we’ll both die of frostbite.
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
