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elderberrywine) wrote2005-03-31 09:19 pm
elderberrywine) wrote2005-03-31 09:19 pm
Birthday Greetings!!!
A very happy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aratlithiel, one of the most generous and giving souls in fandom, despite her inexplicable predilection for F/M.
So here is a wee bit o'F/M angst for you, m'dear, with the degree of F/M-ness left entirely up to the reader.
Memento
“I’ve always regretted deserting you, you know.” His voice was so quiet one might have thought that he was but speaking to himself, perhaps a comment to remind himself of what he had forgotten to do, or meant to have done. But Merry instantly understood, and glanced over to him with a frown.
This business of being dwarf height was still, even now, startling at times, and he unexpectedly remembered being quite pleased with himself when he had reached Frodo’s height, the proper height for a hobbit. The speaker, however, was not conscious of this difference, since his head was turned to the road, seemingly surveying the newly planted plane trees, as they both sat together on the bench facing Bagshot Row.
“We went through this years ago,” he declared firmly, studying, unseen, his cousin’s face, now marked forever with the signs of his ordeal. “It was the best thing for you, and me as well, I’m sure.” The dark eyes that turned his way, more black than blue in the fading afternoon light, were so much older than they had once been.
“Leaving me and deserting me, anyway, are entirely two different things,” he added, covering Frodo’s hand, as it lay on the bench beside him, with his own. “You’ve left me on several occasions, and I’ve no doubt you’ll do it again some day. I’ll most likely be quite put out, just as I usually am. But you never have deserted me, you know.”
Frodo’s hand turned to grip his, and Merry felt the yet unfamiliar clasp, as if there wasn’t enough of Frodo in his hand. “You always have understood me,” Frodo gave him a half smile.
“Well, of course,” Merry pointed out reasonably. “After all, I have known you the longest.”
“And you turned out rather well, nevertheless.“ Frodo’s smile deepened, his eyes searching Merry’s. A single tawny leaf, blown from the poplar near the kitchen door wafted past them, and then suddenly required both of their attention, as it seemed to hover in the slanting rays of gold, caught by a cross-current of air. Merry closed his eyes, fighting to not let the tears be seen, as he felt Frodo’s head come to rest on his shoulder. “I never tell you so, but I‘m very proud of you, my dearest Merry,” he heard Frodo’s low murmur.
Summer was nearly gone.
and three cheers fordanachen for suggesting this!
aratlithiel, one of the most generous and giving souls in fandom, despite her inexplicable predilection for F/M.So here is a wee bit o'F/M angst for you, m'dear, with the degree of F/M-ness left entirely up to the reader.
Memento
“I’ve always regretted deserting you, you know.” His voice was so quiet one might have thought that he was but speaking to himself, perhaps a comment to remind himself of what he had forgotten to do, or meant to have done. But Merry instantly understood, and glanced over to him with a frown.
This business of being dwarf height was still, even now, startling at times, and he unexpectedly remembered being quite pleased with himself when he had reached Frodo’s height, the proper height for a hobbit. The speaker, however, was not conscious of this difference, since his head was turned to the road, seemingly surveying the newly planted plane trees, as they both sat together on the bench facing Bagshot Row.
“We went through this years ago,” he declared firmly, studying, unseen, his cousin’s face, now marked forever with the signs of his ordeal. “It was the best thing for you, and me as well, I’m sure.” The dark eyes that turned his way, more black than blue in the fading afternoon light, were so much older than they had once been.
“Leaving me and deserting me, anyway, are entirely two different things,” he added, covering Frodo’s hand, as it lay on the bench beside him, with his own. “You’ve left me on several occasions, and I’ve no doubt you’ll do it again some day. I’ll most likely be quite put out, just as I usually am. But you never have deserted me, you know.”
Frodo’s hand turned to grip his, and Merry felt the yet unfamiliar clasp, as if there wasn’t enough of Frodo in his hand. “You always have understood me,” Frodo gave him a half smile.
“Well, of course,” Merry pointed out reasonably. “After all, I have known you the longest.”
“And you turned out rather well, nevertheless.“ Frodo’s smile deepened, his eyes searching Merry’s. A single tawny leaf, blown from the poplar near the kitchen door wafted past them, and then suddenly required both of their attention, as it seemed to hover in the slanting rays of gold, caught by a cross-current of air. Merry closed his eyes, fighting to not let the tears be seen, as he felt Frodo’s head come to rest on his shoulder. “I never tell you so, but I‘m very proud of you, my dearest Merry,” he heard Frodo’s low murmur.
Summer was nearly gone.
and three cheers for
danachen for suggesting this!
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She's gonna love this...! Take it from a confirmed F/M aficionado.
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Thanks!
*revives you with multiple showings of the Green Dragon scene played slo mo*
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*snogs back atcha*
Have a happy one!
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Thanks!
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Merry closed his eyes, fighting to not let the tears be seen, as he felt Frodo’s head come to rest on his shoulder.
And this
Merry felt the yet unfamiliar clasp, as if there wasn’t enough of Frodo in his hand.
And the last line... The loss is so overwhelmingly sad it's beautiful, you know... *sniffs* Thank you for sharing this.
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And another reason that I don't think Valinor was immortality for them - they both left behind too many loved ones to really want that. Temporary immortality, perhaps...
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That glorious leaf says so much. Thank you. Just beautiful.
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Yes, Frodo really has left or tried to leave Merry several times - when he moved to Bag End, when he left on the quest, at Rivendell, really, and then when he left for Mordor. And now he's getting ready to do it again. Not to mention the choosing of another. And yet Merry truly does always understand and forgive, and that takes an immense amount of love.
And leaves do really say so much, don't they.
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And thank you again for the impetus!
poor Merry's going to need some consoling, I think...
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and you know what this calls for.
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heh, I so do.
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Yours is September 21st, right?
also, good that you do. *grin*
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checks off calendar
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I'm not sure if Aratlithiel is necessarily celebrating having a birthday, *g*, but we can certainly celebrate having such an occasion to spread the Frodo/Merry joy, even with such a non-repentant F/S-shipper as myself.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
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Must have done something right.
Thanks!