Warning: M’Preg, affronts to canon, AU, NC17, h/c. Yes, I am playing appalling games with time lines, journey routes and possibilities and causing every other sort of affront - Lily made me do it
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Frodo could not help himself; he broke into a merry laugh. “I’m well punished for my stubbornness,” he said. “I certainly shan’t dare to be seen out like this. But wait till the people of Minas Tirith discover what a scurvy knave they have for a new king.” Frodo flapped the arms of his new nightshirt. “I think I shall wear this to your coronation.”
Aragorn came forward and placed a kiss to Frodo’s forehead.
Awwwww. I just wallow in all this love and comfort.
“Feather pillows and a mattress so big and soft we shall lose you in it,” Aragorn promised. “Sheets, clean and fresh and scented with lavender. And a hot-water bottle for your toes.”
I want that bed!
I loved the image of Frodo in that over-large nightshirt. It reminded me of the one he wore in movie Rivendell, that was obviously too long in the sleeve.
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Aragorn came forward and placed a kiss to Frodo’s forehead.
Awwwww. I just wallow in all this love and comfort.
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I want that bed!
I loved the image of Frodo in that over-large nightshirt. It reminded me of the one he wore in movie Rivendell, that was obviously too long in the sleeve.
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I am so enjoying this fic!! Such a wonderful mix of hurt and comfort - and the mpreg too!!
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The touching! The nightshirt! The promise of feather pillows and lavender!
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