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elderberrywine) wrote2005-05-22 05:06 pm
elderberrywine) wrote2005-05-22 05:06 pm
New Fic: Clear Water
A very
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
to the very bestest of betas, Tinewen! May she have a most wonderful day, even if she has to spend it at work!
And since I know at least one of your weaknesses,
A slight breeze just ruffled the water, but it was still so clear that Sam could see the sandy surface below, each smoothly rounded pebble glinting as the water above captured and held the light for the barest of moments. He stood, the breeze delightfully sweet on his bare sun-warmed body, knee-deep in the water, and looked down to see his toes disappearing under the gold-flecked sand, and the tawny hair on his feet lifted and set in motion by the water. It was only a small pool, to be sure, almost abandoned by the stream as it flowed swiftly to the side, still swollen with early summer's rain. There had been a time when he wouldn't have ventured in even this deep, but many things had changed over the past several years, and this was one of them. Frodo sat in the pool nearby, chin-deep in the cool water, and watched.
Sam turned and gave Frodo a playful look. “Seen enough yet, me dear?” he chuckled.
Frodo's sudden laugh rang out. “Never enough, Sam love, never think that.” With a quick flick of his lithe body, he twisted and dove toward Sam, giving Sam just a rapid glimpse of fair skin and darker flesh centered in black curls before his legs were knocked out from under him and he fell back in the water with a shriek of happiness.
Golden limbs and pale were twisted together, luminous under the water, and the ripples spread out in circles from the two hobbits as they moved together, both oblivious to anything but each other. The swan that had been dozing in the pool not far away shook out its great white wings impatiently, and glided off with a look filled with fastidious disdain, but he was not noticed.
&&&&&
Sam eyed the small pool of water yearningly. The low waterfall, hardly more than a rivulet, fed it, and it gathered in a shining circle before it became a stream, to flow away under the tall trees of Lorien. The air was warm here, as if it were somehow endless late summer, even if that was never the right season at all, and he remembered times seemingly long past. He turned to his quiet companion and asked, with more than a trace of unconscious pleading in his voice, “Do you think anyone'd mind, me dear?”
Frodo, standing next to him, raised his head at the sound of Sam's voice, and Sam felt a grateful piercing moment of hope as he saw the slight smile appear on Frodo's face. “I don't think they would, Sam.”
Their clothing was quickly shed then, and Frodo slipped into the pool quickly, sinking down into the water until only his head was above it. Sam knew why he did so. Frodo hated the sight of the twisted scar that had marked his shoulder, and tried to hide it whenever possible, even from himself. So Sam said nothing, and slowly walked out into the pool.
The water was transparent, and lit with that certain golden radiance that Sam had never seen anywhere else except, perhaps, Rivendell, but still there something suddenly familiar to him about this scene, and he felt the longing seize him to reassure Frodo somehow, to bring back memories of happier times.
Frodo, ahead of Sam and with his back turned toward him, had drifted farther out into the water, and now stood up again, the pond thigh-high. Sam quietly waded up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, lightly resting his chin on Frodo's right shoulder. “ 'Tis a long way from the Brandywine, ain't it, me dear,” he murmured meditatively.
Frodo sighed, and leaned his head back turning it so that his curls brushed Sam's cheek, and his own hands reached up, and covered Sam's brown ones. “And so much longer yet to go,” he answered, with more than a trace of sadness in his voice. “But here, at least, there is some peace before we must continue on.”
“Ah, me dearie, there is that, and no mistake.” Sam's low soothing tones were sweet in Frodo's ear, and his hands slowly slid down from Frodo's waist to his hips, intimate in their knowledge of Frodo's body.
“Dearest Sam,” breathed Frodo, his eyes closing, and his hands covering Sam's and urging them further. Sam needed no more invitation than that, finding Frodo springing to fullness under his dexterous touch, and quickly fell into the familiar pattern, the coaxing and urging, and then the hesitancy, Frodo gasping and hovering tantalizingly on the brink, until at last he pushed himself heedlessly into those hands with a broken cry, arching backwards and covering Sam's grasp with his own, spilling into both of their hands as they were clasped together. Sam gave a low hopeless moan, and with only a few last hard pushes into that enticing backside that he had been unconsciously grinding against, came as well.
They remained standing together in the pool of water, both breathing heavily and reluctant to let go. It was Frodo who broke away first, turning around and gazing back at Sam, the expression in his eyes strangely forlorn. “I never say enough to you any more, Sam,” he murmured in a broken apology, for what, he could not have said.
“No need, love, don't you worry yourself,” Sam gave his forehead a tender kiss as Frodo bent his head down. “I've stored every pretty word of yours in my heart, me dearie. 'Tain't a one I'll ever be forgettin'. 'Tis your touch I need now, Frodo love, and the feel of your arms. There'll be time enough for all the rest when we come back home again.”
Frodo's smile was hesitant, but his arms were strong and comforting as they folded around Sam.
&&&&&
Sam glanced far below to the dark pool glistening at the foot of the sparkling, glittering falls the tall man had named Henneth Annun. It was clean water, all the more welcome after their journey through the Black Lands, and it shimmered and shone in the setting sun like a great dark green jewel, set among the glistening black rocks. But the opaque depths were mysterious and hidden. He wondered, wearily, if he and Frodo would ever see clear water again.
Only a ficlet, since I don't dare much more without my beta's watchful eye, and adult rated (no, really?).
to the very bestest of betas, Tinewen! May she have a most wonderful day, even if she has to spend it at work!
And since I know at least one of your weaknesses,
A slight breeze just ruffled the water, but it was still so clear that Sam could see the sandy surface below, each smoothly rounded pebble glinting as the water above captured and held the light for the barest of moments. He stood, the breeze delightfully sweet on his bare sun-warmed body, knee-deep in the water, and looked down to see his toes disappearing under the gold-flecked sand, and the tawny hair on his feet lifted and set in motion by the water. It was only a small pool, to be sure, almost abandoned by the stream as it flowed swiftly to the side, still swollen with early summer's rain. There had been a time when he wouldn't have ventured in even this deep, but many things had changed over the past several years, and this was one of them. Frodo sat in the pool nearby, chin-deep in the cool water, and watched.
Sam turned and gave Frodo a playful look. “Seen enough yet, me dear?” he chuckled.
Frodo's sudden laugh rang out. “Never enough, Sam love, never think that.” With a quick flick of his lithe body, he twisted and dove toward Sam, giving Sam just a rapid glimpse of fair skin and darker flesh centered in black curls before his legs were knocked out from under him and he fell back in the water with a shriek of happiness.
Golden limbs and pale were twisted together, luminous under the water, and the ripples spread out in circles from the two hobbits as they moved together, both oblivious to anything but each other. The swan that had been dozing in the pool not far away shook out its great white wings impatiently, and glided off with a look filled with fastidious disdain, but he was not noticed.
&&&&&
Sam eyed the small pool of water yearningly. The low waterfall, hardly more than a rivulet, fed it, and it gathered in a shining circle before it became a stream, to flow away under the tall trees of Lorien. The air was warm here, as if it were somehow endless late summer, even if that was never the right season at all, and he remembered times seemingly long past. He turned to his quiet companion and asked, with more than a trace of unconscious pleading in his voice, “Do you think anyone'd mind, me dear?”
Frodo, standing next to him, raised his head at the sound of Sam's voice, and Sam felt a grateful piercing moment of hope as he saw the slight smile appear on Frodo's face. “I don't think they would, Sam.”
Their clothing was quickly shed then, and Frodo slipped into the pool quickly, sinking down into the water until only his head was above it. Sam knew why he did so. Frodo hated the sight of the twisted scar that had marked his shoulder, and tried to hide it whenever possible, even from himself. So Sam said nothing, and slowly walked out into the pool.
The water was transparent, and lit with that certain golden radiance that Sam had never seen anywhere else except, perhaps, Rivendell, but still there something suddenly familiar to him about this scene, and he felt the longing seize him to reassure Frodo somehow, to bring back memories of happier times.
Frodo, ahead of Sam and with his back turned toward him, had drifted farther out into the water, and now stood up again, the pond thigh-high. Sam quietly waded up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, lightly resting his chin on Frodo's right shoulder. “ 'Tis a long way from the Brandywine, ain't it, me dear,” he murmured meditatively.
Frodo sighed, and leaned his head back turning it so that his curls brushed Sam's cheek, and his own hands reached up, and covered Sam's brown ones. “And so much longer yet to go,” he answered, with more than a trace of sadness in his voice. “But here, at least, there is some peace before we must continue on.”
“Ah, me dearie, there is that, and no mistake.” Sam's low soothing tones were sweet in Frodo's ear, and his hands slowly slid down from Frodo's waist to his hips, intimate in their knowledge of Frodo's body.
“Dearest Sam,” breathed Frodo, his eyes closing, and his hands covering Sam's and urging them further. Sam needed no more invitation than that, finding Frodo springing to fullness under his dexterous touch, and quickly fell into the familiar pattern, the coaxing and urging, and then the hesitancy, Frodo gasping and hovering tantalizingly on the brink, until at last he pushed himself heedlessly into those hands with a broken cry, arching backwards and covering Sam's grasp with his own, spilling into both of their hands as they were clasped together. Sam gave a low hopeless moan, and with only a few last hard pushes into that enticing backside that he had been unconsciously grinding against, came as well.
They remained standing together in the pool of water, both breathing heavily and reluctant to let go. It was Frodo who broke away first, turning around and gazing back at Sam, the expression in his eyes strangely forlorn. “I never say enough to you any more, Sam,” he murmured in a broken apology, for what, he could not have said.
“No need, love, don't you worry yourself,” Sam gave his forehead a tender kiss as Frodo bent his head down. “I've stored every pretty word of yours in my heart, me dearie. 'Tain't a one I'll ever be forgettin'. 'Tis your touch I need now, Frodo love, and the feel of your arms. There'll be time enough for all the rest when we come back home again.”
Frodo's smile was hesitant, but his arms were strong and comforting as they folded around Sam.
&&&&&
Sam glanced far below to the dark pool glistening at the foot of the sparkling, glittering falls the tall man had named Henneth Annun. It was clean water, all the more welcome after their journey through the Black Lands, and it shimmered and shone in the setting sun like a great dark green jewel, set among the glistening black rocks. But the opaque depths were mysterious and hidden. He wondered, wearily, if he and Frodo would ever see clear water again.
Only a ficlet, since I don't dare much more without my beta's watchful eye, and adult rated (no, really?).
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Happy birthday Tinewen!
The world needs more wet hobbits...
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{{{{hugses}}}}
Yes, the world need many more hobbits in whatever state they choose to present themselves, me thinks.
(Although wet hobbits are high on the list *w*)
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I couldn't agree more and thankfully Elderberry is more than happy to oblige us!
Thank you for the birthday greetings too!
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And sad.
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That is the problem, giving them so much happiness before the quest, because it is so cruel to take it from them. But, in the end, you know, ...
*clings to appendix*
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But she totally deserves it. *hugs beta*
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*hugs you*
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Better go write some more F/S fluff.
*birthday hugs back atcha*
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*must remember they end up together*
This just made my heart ache: so much loveliness, and so much sadness.
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*they do*
*they do*
Thanks! I would have tried a piece of Valinor at the end, but that's something with which I'm not really at terms yet, so...
(But we all know they get there.)
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Thank you!
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Okay, here is A Summer's Folly: http://www.geocities.com/ebwinelotr/ASummersFolly.html. (Sorry it took so long.)
And here is the pic I'm looking at for this one: http://www.geocities.com/ebwinelotr/ClearWater.jpg. I didn't want to just go ahead and upload, since Tin still needs to beta, so let me know when you're ready. (And I plan to edit Gollum out of there, just so you know - or at least blur him so he looks like a rock or something. *snort*) If you like the pic, great - if not, poke at me and I'll look around for something different.
*hugs*
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Oh, thanks on the site stuff, and the pics are great (yeah, and Gollum-blurring would be good. Something about him watching is just ewww to me. Gonna have to do something about ol' fish-breath when I get there, cause they certainly don't plan on cutting back on the snogging, at least not yet.)
and aaawwww, thanks sweetie on the LOTR Recs! *mwah!*
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*hugs*
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Well, you know. And fortunately, baths are totally canon! As are streams, rivers, waterfalls, rain, oh, just so many opportunities.
Thank you!
*hugs back*
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beautiful and bittersweet :)
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