drabbletag: lord of the rings: rosie/marigold
Title: Strong As
Prompt: Back, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Rosie/Marigold
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
'Well, I'm back,' she says, and Rosie catches Marigold in her arms.
'Oh, my Mari,' Rosie says, kissing Marigold and then kissing her again. 'I'd missed you, and here you are, walking in and like a dream.'
'It does all seem like a dream,' Marigold says, in a sensible fashion. 'And speaking of dreams, I had the most awful one, just this... oh.' She wraps her arms about Rosie, at long last, weeps against her shoulder. Rosie, tongue thick in her mouth and thoughts thick in her head, holds her and rubs her back, would like to comfort her, but knows that Marigold would not want her to act so contrite.
'He's gone,' Marigold whispers, mouth damp and eyes damp as well. The babe she'd carried, and almost to full term. Rosie has spent a good amount of time, this last month, sitting at her Marigold's bedside. And Tom didn't understand, not as he might have, though Sam knew his Rosie knew perfectly well. Rosie knew that Marigold needed more than her sitting there quietly. Leaving had seemed the right thing. And here Marigold is, faded yes but still real and in her arms, having followed her at last.
'You're beautiful and you're strong and you're as lovely as sunlight, my Mari. You can't go on blaming yourself for what wasn't meant to be.' She pushes at Marigold's dark curls, kisses Marigold's too-pale cheek. 'Not when it's no fault of your own.'
A faint smile. Marigold doesn't say a thing.
Prompt: Back, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Rosie/Marigold
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
'Well, I'm back,' she says, and Rosie catches Marigold in her arms.
'Oh, my Mari,' Rosie says, kissing Marigold and then kissing her again. 'I'd missed you, and here you are, walking in and like a dream.'
'It does all seem like a dream,' Marigold says, in a sensible fashion. 'And speaking of dreams, I had the most awful one, just this... oh.' She wraps her arms about Rosie, at long last, weeps against her shoulder. Rosie, tongue thick in her mouth and thoughts thick in her head, holds her and rubs her back, would like to comfort her, but knows that Marigold would not want her to act so contrite.
'He's gone,' Marigold whispers, mouth damp and eyes damp as well. The babe she'd carried, and almost to full term. Rosie has spent a good amount of time, this last month, sitting at her Marigold's bedside. And Tom didn't understand, not as he might have, though Sam knew his Rosie knew perfectly well. Rosie knew that Marigold needed more than her sitting there quietly. Leaving had seemed the right thing. And here Marigold is, faded yes but still real and in her arms, having followed her at last.
'You're beautiful and you're strong and you're as lovely as sunlight, my Mari. You can't go on blaming yourself for what wasn't meant to be.' She pushes at Marigold's dark curls, kisses Marigold's too-pale cheek. 'Not when it's no fault of your own.'
A faint smile. Marigold doesn't say a thing.