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I've got seven minutes
Apr. 22nd, 2004 11:53 pmto get my birthday gift out to all of you in thanks for making this a very good day. It's not quite right, but at least it's written!
( Mathom )
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Apr. 17th, 2004 01:05 amTemptation
A nice little hole with a bit of garden of my own, was all I told Merry she’d offered me, and didn’t mention it was Bag End’s garden I saw my feet standing in – I planted those lilacs myself, and I know their smell.
I wonder if she offered him the same thing. He’s loved that hole as much as Frodo ever has. I saw how he walked each room after the last party. If he hadn’t decided to come along with us I expect he might have bought it himself.
But it wouldn’t be home nohow. Not without Frodo.
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A nice little hole with a bit of garden of my own, was all I told Merry she’d offered me, and didn’t mention it was Bag End’s garden I saw my feet standing in – I planted those lilacs myself, and I know their smell.
I wonder if she offered him the same thing. He’s loved that hole as much as Frodo ever has. I saw how he walked each room after the last party. If he hadn’t decided to come along with us I expect he might have bought it himself.
But it wouldn’t be home nohow. Not without Frodo.
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So -- is a double drabble a droubble?
Apr. 15th, 2004 10:59 pmAll That I Have, or Might Have Had
Will Whitfoot had come to him with Frodo’s will when he’d returned from the Grey Havens, all signed and correct, but his tears had made nonsense of the words. It wasn’t until Quarterday that he realized how much had changed. That was when the rents came due.
All morning they came, small farmers, with their silver and copper, waiting patiently as he wrote the amounts in the ledger, and touching their caps to him when he gave them the receipts. Rosie gave them tea and sweet rolls; they touched their caps to her, too.
A messenger from the Southfarthing, with twenty gold as his share of the pipeweed crop; Ted Sandyman, scowling, with a long tale about how the cost of building the new mill prevented him from paying his due.
All the property Lobelia had left to Frodo, and that Lotho had left to her, bought with Saruman’s money. All the income from the properties that Frodo had got from Bilbo, and from his parents long ago. All of that and Bag End too.
And Sam remembered the glorious lies of the Ring, and the one small garden in a free land that he had chosen instead and wept.
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Will Whitfoot had come to him with Frodo’s will when he’d returned from the Grey Havens, all signed and correct, but his tears had made nonsense of the words. It wasn’t until Quarterday that he realized how much had changed. That was when the rents came due.
All morning they came, small farmers, with their silver and copper, waiting patiently as he wrote the amounts in the ledger, and touching their caps to him when he gave them the receipts. Rosie gave them tea and sweet rolls; they touched their caps to her, too.
A messenger from the Southfarthing, with twenty gold as his share of the pipeweed crop; Ted Sandyman, scowling, with a long tale about how the cost of building the new mill prevented him from paying his due.
All the property Lobelia had left to Frodo, and that Lotho had left to her, bought with Saruman’s money. All the income from the properties that Frodo had got from Bilbo, and from his parents long ago. All of that and Bag End too.
And Sam remembered the glorious lies of the Ring, and the one small garden in a free land that he had chosen instead and wept.
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Ashes -- version 2
Apr. 12th, 2004 10:38 pmI had to save you.
I hear your voice, and you are glad that the task is done, but I cannot rejoice. I’ve nothing left inside.
I didn’t let you fall.
But there’s nowhere left to go, except a few more feet up this bit of rock. That won’t be enough. The mountain is destroying itself, same as it destroyed the Ring.
I couldn’t let you fall.
I called to you. You reached for me. I had to pull you up. And still we are dying, and my head aches and my heart is numb.
Why can’t I save you?
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I hear your voice, and you are glad that the task is done, but I cannot rejoice. I’ve nothing left inside.
I didn’t let you fall.
But there’s nowhere left to go, except a few more feet up this bit of rock. That won’t be enough. The mountain is destroying itself, same as it destroyed the Ring.
I couldn’t let you fall.
I called to you. You reached for me. I had to pull you up. And still we are dying, and my head aches and my heart is numb.
Why can’t I save you?
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Day of the Bunny
Mar. 21st, 2004 11:27 pmDays off are so much fun! Didn't get hardly anything done on the bunnies I should be feeding, but boy did I get a lot of words typed into the computer!
( Unpolished Vignette: Farewell )
( Unpolished Vignette: Farewell )
