And - not to leave you out! - here is YOUR birthday mathom, me dear. (Sorry it's a day or so late.) Everybody who sent me birthday greetings gets a ficlet.
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Title: Dropping Eaves Author: Gardnerhill Word Count: 100 Pairing: F/S Rating: G
Beautiful music reached the hobbits' ears. Frodo sat up in the crotch of a tree, his book forgotten; Sam looked up from the simple supper he cooked for them both.
The words of the song were in Quenya.
"Sam!" Frodo whispered, his face alight. "Wood-Elves!"
They ran to the crest of the small woody hill and watched the procession from behind a hillock. The Elves bore lanterns and sang of Elbereth.
Sam sniffed. "Makes me happy, watching them."
"Why shouldn't it, Sam?" Frodo pulled his friend close and nuzzled the white hair at Sam's temple. "They've come home at last."
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Title: Dropping Eaves
Author: Gardnerhill
Word Count: 100
Pairing: F/S
Rating: G
Beautiful music reached the hobbits' ears. Frodo sat up in the crotch of a tree, his book forgotten; Sam looked up from the simple supper he cooked for them both.
The words of the song were in Quenya.
"Sam!" Frodo whispered, his face alight. "Wood-Elves!"
They ran to the crest of the small woody hill and watched the procession from behind a hillock. The Elves bore lanterns and sang of Elbereth.
Sam sniffed. "Makes me happy, watching them."
"Why shouldn't it, Sam?" Frodo pulled his friend close and nuzzled the white hair at Sam's temple. "They've come home at last."
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