Lily
Minx With The Wicked Smile On
Registered: Jan 2002
Location: In BEWTE, taking care of Frodo's pipes (someone's got to do it...)
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The
hour was late, and the day was drawing steadily to a close. In through the
front door silently entered a hobbitlass, and as quietly as she could closed
the latch behind her and deposited a rather large parcel on the flagstone
in the entryway. She removed her summer shawl and placed it upon the peg.
The smial was quiet--most of her sisters had retired to their own rooms.
She regarded the weighty parcel, and decided that it could remain where
it stood until the morning.
She found her way sleepily through the familiar hall--sleep! Yes, that
was what she needed. But as she continued towards her own room, she noticed
a shaft of light streaming from behind the library door. Having a fair idea
who she would find there, her footsteps took her to the end of the hall.
She pushed the door open further, and found Frodo sitting at his desk, quill
in hand, pipe in the other. Without a word she crossed the room, relieved
Frodo of both pipe and quill, and settled herself most comfortably in his
lap.
"Well, by all means, do have a seat," Frodo remarked rather bemused.
"Thank you, I will." replied the hobbitlass, wrapping her arms about him.
"Is there some reason why I am being honored with such a late night visit? I would have thought you'd have been to bed by now."
The hobbitlass said nothing, and burrowed her face deeply in the warm
linen of his shirt. She breathed in the satisfying warm musk of him, and
moulded herself to his form as he wrapped his arms about her.
In all the time he had spent living with his ladies, Frodo had certainly
learned a thing or two about the inner workings of their hearts and minds.
One of the very first lessons he had learned was that their silences often
spoke more than their words.
"Is there something you'd like to talk about?" he queried.
The hobbitlass shrugged. "It's just been a day."
"Well, it must have been quite a day indeed. I noticed you were gone most of it."
The hobbitlass nodded, and buried her face even deeper into his chest.
"Perhaps you would like to tell me about it?" he asked.
The hobbitlass sighed. She sat up, turned to face him but found she
could not meet his gaze. She stared at his chest and absent-mindedly began
to twist at the third button down from his collar.
"Well, you know the songbook I've been working on," she began.
"Yes, indeed, you've been working on it for a while. Is it finished?"
"Yes," she answered "it's finished. But I only had the one copy, and
I took it into Avallone today, to see if the elves could make copies for
everyone. They're very good at that you know. Very speedy."
"Yes, so I've heard," Frodo replied. "And did you get the copies made?"
"Yes, they're made. But the shop was terribly busy, and I had to wait
quite a while before I could speak to anyone about arranging for payment.
Apparently some uppity Noldor couple was buying half the store..."
Frodo stifled a grin. "I see." He sensed there was more to the story, and did not have to wait long to hear it.
"So--" she continued, as Frodo's button grew steadily looser and looser
from its moorings "as I was waiting and waiting and waiting, the line behind
me grew longer and longer."
Here she paused, and seemed reluctant to continue. Frodo did his best
to remain patient, though he certainly began to fear for the safety of his
button. It was the second most common way he lost them...
"And...?" he asked.
"And then it happened." she whispered.
"What happened?" Frodo asked, quite curious and somewhat concerned at this point.
"The bag broke."
"The bag--broke?" he repeated.
"Yes, the bag broke, and all my copies went flying all across the floor.
Everyone was looking and was offering to help, but I don't think elves understand
hobbit songbooks--I mean, afterall, wouldn't they think them foolish? They
memorize all their songs, and I felt like a rather silly hobbit trying to
pick them all back up."
Frodo rested his chin atop her head and smiled.
"Feeling somewhat embarassed, were you?"
The hobbitlass stared at the button. "Perhaps."
"You know you have nothing to be embarassed about."
"I know. I know. But at the time--well, my life here with you--with
everyone--it's very personal to me. It's not something that I like to see
scattered about the floor, for just anyone's eyes to see."
Frodo pulled his arms tightly around her and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.
"Perhaps you should just sit here with me and enjoy the fire for a while.
Will that remove the sting from the rest of your day?"
The hobbitlass nodded, and she nestled back into him.
They stayed that way for a time, until he heard her softly say "oh no."
He put out his hand.
She placed the button in it. "I'll fix it tomorrow," she offered.
"Along with the other buttons I'm still waiting for you to fix?" he softly laughed.
She smiled, and then began to stare into the glowing embers upon the
hearth. It came to her how happy it had made her to be doing something for
her sisters, and how lucky she was to be here, and that ultimately what others
think doesn't matter--for here she has found peace and contentment--a safe
and true haven--a place to call home.
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"...a Sex God does, after all, have responsibilities"--Josan
"That Harem's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived."
"And it was just like a great dark
wind within the wings of a storm...and I think I had met my match...he was
singin'...and undoing...and undoing...the laces...undoing the laces..."
Do not tempt me Frodo! ...oh, who am I kidding, tempt me, tempt me!
"Baby Baby Baby when all your love
is gone, who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world...and
Maybe maybe maybe you'll find something that's enough to keep you, but if
the bright lights don't recieve you, you should turn yourself around and
come on home."
Robbie is my hobby, and The Squire is my desire!
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06-12-2003 03:21 PM
to Hewene 'cause she's so cool 
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