drabbletag: lord of the rings: lobelia/primula
Title: A Gift Given (But Turned Away)
Prompt: Foul, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Lobelia/Primula
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
If she had known what a difference a kiss could have made, she might have kissed Lobelia sometime before. But as it is, by the time she saw what indifference had done, they were both much older and Lobelia, who had been kind enough in youth (though never as kind as she could be), had turned as sweet as a muddy bog - that is, as foul as could be. Primula would sometimes think, she might have done it all differently: she might have smiled instead, she hadn't any need to frown. She might have accepted Lobelia's present, might have kissed her in return. Might have taken what was offered, that kiss and that friendship, might have known that she was holding onto a very fragile thing. No, not might have, but would have, and Lobelia would have been the greatest of her friends.
But time is cruel like that, knowing what you might have done and thinking how it all might have changed. And really, it does seem a strange enough thing, to think, looking with wide eyes at the moon overhead, feeling the water pulling at her hair.
But she has thought of her husband, already, has thought of her son. She has come to the end of all things, and for all she knows she cannot change - when life is over and death has come - a kiss she might have given and the friend she might have gained through it hardly seems like the most trivial of things.
Prompt: Foul, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Lobelia/Primula
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
If she had known what a difference a kiss could have made, she might have kissed Lobelia sometime before. But as it is, by the time she saw what indifference had done, they were both much older and Lobelia, who had been kind enough in youth (though never as kind as she could be), had turned as sweet as a muddy bog - that is, as foul as could be. Primula would sometimes think, she might have done it all differently: she might have smiled instead, she hadn't any need to frown. She might have accepted Lobelia's present, might have kissed her in return. Might have taken what was offered, that kiss and that friendship, might have known that she was holding onto a very fragile thing. No, not might have, but would have, and Lobelia would have been the greatest of her friends.
But time is cruel like that, knowing what you might have done and thinking how it all might have changed. And really, it does seem a strange enough thing, to think, looking with wide eyes at the moon overhead, feeling the water pulling at her hair.
But she has thought of her husband, already, has thought of her son. She has come to the end of all things, and for all she knows she cannot change - when life is over and death has come - a kiss she might have given and the friend she might have gained through it hardly seems like the most trivial of things.