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rabidsamfan) wrote2004-06-06 09:23 am
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drabbleandahalf... drabdrabble?
Departure
The last time everything in Bag End had reminded him of Bilbo, but now Frodo looked around him and saw Sam. Sam was the mended chair, and the vase of chrysanthemums on the desk. Sam was the song Rosie was singing in the kitchen and the clack of the baby’s rattle, the smell of the bread, baked fresh for their journey and the sweet scent of the kingsfoil he’d planted by the window. Sam was the neatly cobbled mends in the cloak resting now on Frodo’s shoulders.
Sam was here, with the scent of ponies on him, bending to pick up the packs by the fireplace. “Are you ready, Mr. Frodo?” he asked, straightening with the burden, the pale line of the scar on his forehead barely visible under his tan and sunbleached curls.
Frodo picked up the Red Book and took one last look around.
“Yes, Sam,” he said.
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The last time everything in Bag End had reminded him of Bilbo, but now Frodo looked around him and saw Sam. Sam was the mended chair, and the vase of chrysanthemums on the desk. Sam was the song Rosie was singing in the kitchen and the clack of the baby’s rattle, the smell of the bread, baked fresh for their journey and the sweet scent of the kingsfoil he’d planted by the window. Sam was the neatly cobbled mends in the cloak resting now on Frodo’s shoulders.
Sam was here, with the scent of ponies on him, bending to pick up the packs by the fireplace. “Are you ready, Mr. Frodo?” he asked, straightening with the burden, the pale line of the scar on his forehead barely visible under his tan and sunbleached curls.
Frodo picked up the Red Book and took one last look around.
“Yes, Sam,” he said.
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
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Gah.
My goodness, this is like a sudden strong blow right in the middle of my solarplexus. My God, ist this good.
Sam was the song Rosie was singing in the kitchen and the clack of the baby’s rattle, the smell of the bread, baked fresh for their journey and the sweet scent of the kingsfoil he’d planted by the window. Sam was the neatly cobbled mends in the cloak resting now on Frodo’s shoulders.
Those vivid images. I can see it, I can smell it.
And...oh, how it hurts.
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I'm contemplating changing the two dialogue lines to "Ready to go, Mr. Frodo?" and "I'm ready," but I'd lose "Sam" in the last line and I wants it there I does.
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*hugs Frodo*
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Thank you!
*goes back to cleaning apartment, feeling pleased*
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Gah! How do you do this -- slay me with a line? *weeps*
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I don't know. Sometimes I just hear a sentence and there it is.
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Can't finish...too overcome....*wipes tears
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very bittersweet~
nice job. =)
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I don't know. How do you keep on coming up with icons that make me drool? Yum!
Thanks!
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I've been practicing a lot. The bulk of the drabbles are on my ff.n page (the fanfiction link off my LJ) in "Attack of the Plot Bunnies".
There's something addictive about the little buggers...as you will soon discover!
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I'm sure I will... *gulp*
And thanks for the info, I look forward to checking them out! (Is it ok if I friend you by the way?)
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