A name. A name. Gray... Balance... Frodo. A personality. Frodo. A love. Young Sam. Too young. Naive, both of us. A journey. Pain, suffering...love lost before the journey could be taken. Bleeding of the emotional kind. Salty tears on lips beginning to feel, and a tongue beginning to taste. Being told that I cannot die, that I must write. I cannot ( Read more... )

Well, I've been working quite a while before dawn, to get this all together. Thank goodness for the borrowed brute strength of some of my friends, otherwise I'd still be shoving a table around and forget the tent to keep it in the shade ( Read more... )

Ivy Bracegirdle made it a point to force me to socialize at the Green Dragon. I think it was beneficial although I disappeared with the rest of my lot for a few days afterwards. She's a sweet child, and a good friend. I miss my good friend, however. Ah, a'maelamin ( Read more... )

~shuts the door behind himself, pausing to take a long look around the strangely unfamiliar room. It had been familiar when his mother had occupied the room, but now...it seemed he'd not seen it before in his life. Sighs, sitting down on the bed, listening to the queer silence of the room, feeling how it seems oddly....void. Looks down at his hands ( Read more... )

~goes to Bingo's bedside, laying his hand upon his brow, listening for a moment to his breathing; the draw and sigh of a sleeper's breath~
( A'maelamin... )

~steps through the rift he created, carrying Bingo. Leaves it open so that the others can follow if they like. Carries Bingo over to the bed, and helps him into it~

Rest, a'maelamin. ~kisses his brow~ That's the most important thing for you to do now. I'll make some tea, and find some bread to help your stomach.

Well, we are off to Nobottle to blow something up. I've got explosives that a'maelamin made in a sack, and A'maelamin clinging to me. We're taking the monorail.

Mirabella? What is this old building?

It is the 18th...a'maelamin and I planned to be legally wed today.

~looks at the sleeping koala in his arms~

~walks to their writing desk and looks at the papers Bingo had procured; sighs and kisses between his love's ears~

~walks to an arm chair and settles down, curling around the little koala...drifts~

Upon returning to the Realm, I have discovered the usual cause of distress and discord hard at work doing what he does best. Chaos is responsible for the terrible mix up which has caused my mother to come into possession of Smaug's body, he with her's, Sméagol with Ivy's, Ivy with Sméagol's, Bilbo with Sam's and Sam with Bilbo's! I'm sure none were ( Read more... )

I find myself sitting outside of our most lovely home, enjoying the air as the sun sets and the world settles into evening, deepening towards night. The stars settle in place like jewels being placed upon rich velvet.

A'maelamin? Won't you join me? I've put together a sort of late, light dinner and dessert combination.