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elderberrywine) wrote2004-04-27 05:30 pm
elderberrywine) wrote2004-04-27 05:30 pm
Minific Posting
OK, sorry all, but I just had to do this. May not want to read if you're having a bad day.
ANGST ALERT
Title: Promise
Author: Elderberry Wine
Pairing: F/S
Rating: PG
Summary: Not gonna say. But did I mention angst?
Promise
It was very late when the knock was heard upon the door, faintly the first time, but firm enough the second. Frodo looked up from his book, over which he had been dozing, with a start of curiosity. It was certainly late for visitors, and the night was blustery and chilly. He had thought it rather unlikely that he would have visitors, and had settled down with a volume of poetry that he had borrowed. Puzzled, he let the book slide back onto the comfortable chair and, casting aside the light blanket, rose rather stiffly before starting down the hall to the door.
He had been out of sorts this night, although why, he could not have said. There had been a strange restlessness growing in him all day, an uneasy sense that something was amiss, something had been set wrong. A visitor to provide distraction from his own thoughts was most welcome. He opened the door eagerly, peering out into the dark night, but of all the faces that he had thought to see, this was the least expected.
Samwise Gamgee stood upon the doorsill, grey-green cloak wrapped about himself, and his face half-hidden in shadow. Even with his curls gone grey, and his face deeply scored by time, there was no mistaking the face that had been etched deep into Frodo’s heart. It only took a second for Frodo to pass out of shock, and throw himself at the still figure before him, flinging his arms tightly around his neck and giving an incoherent cry.
Likewise, it was only a moment for him to hear that dear voice near his ear, so low, so quiet, softly say his name. And then a great sob rose out of the center of Frodo’s chest. So many years of hidden sorrow, of pain. They had thought him healed, and he didn’t wish them to think otherwise. But the longing and the yearning had never left him, had never become any less. And could it be finally over?
Sam’s arms had encircled him now, and one hand rose to softly stroke the side of his cheek as Frodo buried his face on the sturdy shoulder and tried to halt the helplessly gulping sobs that were shuddering through him. There was the voice he had never forgotten, gently murmuring his name, whispering his love over and over. Sam’s embrace was tight around him, holding him fast, and Frodo only knew that his waiting had finally come to an end.
But then he must see Sam, and he reluctantly drew back a bit so he could at last behold that beloved face that he had only seen in his dreams for so very long. It was hard to see him, some trick of the light perhaps, or the tears that continued to blur his sight. But those warm hazel eyes had not changed in all this time, and the gentle smile was exactly the same one Sam had worn as a young lad in Bilbo’s garden, so very long ago.
Finally the words were starting to bubble out of Frodo, amidst the tears. “Sam, oh Sam, no-one told me there was a ship, I never guessed you were coming,” he sobbed, reaching up to clasp Sam’s face with greedy hands.
“I don’t think they expected me,” Sam said quietly with a smile, covering Frodo’s hands with his own, “But I did promise you, you know.”
“You promised me everything I could ever have wanted, my dearest Sam,” Frodo felt the tears continuing to choke him, and fiercely willed them away. “And there was never a promise that you didn’t keep.”
Sam’s expression was unreadable at that, although his smile remained. “Aye, my own Frodo-love, that I did promise, even if it never happened as we thought it would. And if we were ever to be separated, I made another promise to you.”
“That you would find me again, even if it took the rest of your life.” Frodo leaned forward at that, and joined his mouth to Sam’s in a tender kiss, sweet and intoxicating. Finally, he broke away and smiled deeply into Sam’s eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, Sam, my beloved Sam.”
Outside, the wind swirled the leaves from the branches, catching them up in a gust that blew through the dwellings of the elder-born. Out into the night and over the sea, it blew, and back over the green hills of the Shire, strewing golden carpets of leaves over the brown grass, and the grave of Samwise Gamgee.
ANGST ALERT
Title: Promise
Author: Elderberry Wine
Pairing: F/S
Rating: PG
Summary: Not gonna say. But did I mention angst?
Promise
It was very late when the knock was heard upon the door, faintly the first time, but firm enough the second. Frodo looked up from his book, over which he had been dozing, with a start of curiosity. It was certainly late for visitors, and the night was blustery and chilly. He had thought it rather unlikely that he would have visitors, and had settled down with a volume of poetry that he had borrowed. Puzzled, he let the book slide back onto the comfortable chair and, casting aside the light blanket, rose rather stiffly before starting down the hall to the door.
He had been out of sorts this night, although why, he could not have said. There had been a strange restlessness growing in him all day, an uneasy sense that something was amiss, something had been set wrong. A visitor to provide distraction from his own thoughts was most welcome. He opened the door eagerly, peering out into the dark night, but of all the faces that he had thought to see, this was the least expected.
Samwise Gamgee stood upon the doorsill, grey-green cloak wrapped about himself, and his face half-hidden in shadow. Even with his curls gone grey, and his face deeply scored by time, there was no mistaking the face that had been etched deep into Frodo’s heart. It only took a second for Frodo to pass out of shock, and throw himself at the still figure before him, flinging his arms tightly around his neck and giving an incoherent cry.
Likewise, it was only a moment for him to hear that dear voice near his ear, so low, so quiet, softly say his name. And then a great sob rose out of the center of Frodo’s chest. So many years of hidden sorrow, of pain. They had thought him healed, and he didn’t wish them to think otherwise. But the longing and the yearning had never left him, had never become any less. And could it be finally over?
Sam’s arms had encircled him now, and one hand rose to softly stroke the side of his cheek as Frodo buried his face on the sturdy shoulder and tried to halt the helplessly gulping sobs that were shuddering through him. There was the voice he had never forgotten, gently murmuring his name, whispering his love over and over. Sam’s embrace was tight around him, holding him fast, and Frodo only knew that his waiting had finally come to an end.
But then he must see Sam, and he reluctantly drew back a bit so he could at last behold that beloved face that he had only seen in his dreams for so very long. It was hard to see him, some trick of the light perhaps, or the tears that continued to blur his sight. But those warm hazel eyes had not changed in all this time, and the gentle smile was exactly the same one Sam had worn as a young lad in Bilbo’s garden, so very long ago.
Finally the words were starting to bubble out of Frodo, amidst the tears. “Sam, oh Sam, no-one told me there was a ship, I never guessed you were coming,” he sobbed, reaching up to clasp Sam’s face with greedy hands.
“I don’t think they expected me,” Sam said quietly with a smile, covering Frodo’s hands with his own, “But I did promise you, you know.”
“You promised me everything I could ever have wanted, my dearest Sam,” Frodo felt the tears continuing to choke him, and fiercely willed them away. “And there was never a promise that you didn’t keep.”
Sam’s expression was unreadable at that, although his smile remained. “Aye, my own Frodo-love, that I did promise, even if it never happened as we thought it would. And if we were ever to be separated, I made another promise to you.”
“That you would find me again, even if it took the rest of your life.” Frodo leaned forward at that, and joined his mouth to Sam’s in a tender kiss, sweet and intoxicating. Finally, he broke away and smiled deeply into Sam’s eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, Sam, my beloved Sam.”
Outside, the wind swirled the leaves from the branches, catching them up in a gust that blew through the dwellings of the elder-born. Out into the night and over the sea, it blew, and back over the green hills of the Shire, strewing golden carpets of leaves over the brown grass, and the grave of Samwise Gamgee.
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You weren't kidding about the angst! You really got me there at the end. Very lovely and oh-so-sad. :-)
Thank you!
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*whimpers*
That little kick right at the end, it's so sad, but not sad at the same time.
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Thanks!
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I loved it, it made me cry!
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*passes Kleenex*
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(especially on the haunting bit - that's probably it...
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Our Sam does have a bit of a stubborn streak, and he means what he says, and says what he means.
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Course he is. But no matter where he is, Frodo's there too.
Thanks again!
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This is hauntingly beautiful, and perhaps not-so-very sad when you think Sam has come back to him as he promised and nothing could ever prevent that. Perhaps than he and Frodo could leave together? I loved Frodo's funny feeling about the day and that Sam said they weren't expecting him: gives you clues that something is very different.
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But I certainly don't think this is the only possible ending, just one of the possibilities...
So thanks, and really, when all is said and done, it is a happy ending.