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dreamflowerI'm still working on the "I" prompt, but I didn't want to get too far behind, so I'm going ahead and posting the "J" and "K" fics now.
Rating: G
Summary: Frodo gives a lesson in First Age history to a young friend…
J: LIKE JUGGLING THE JEWELS OF FËANOR
Frodo passed the door of his study, and then backed up a few steps, to look in. “Fatty? I thought you’d gone out with Merry and Pippin.”
Fatty, who was curled up on the settee with one of Bilbo’s books, shrugged. “They were walking down to the Water; I think they might have wanted to go swimming.” He made a face. “Besides, I was really interested in this story…” He glanced back at the book. “Er, Frodo?”
“Yes, Fatty?”
“This is rather confusing…”
Frodo walked into the room to get a closer look. He bent over the back of the settee. “Ah! The Silmarillion! One of Bilbo’s translations. What do you need to know?”
“I’m just not sure I understand what happened with all the jewels, or why…” Fatty’s voice trailed off in a hopeful fashion.
“Well, I was about to go to the kitchen for some elevenses. Why don’t you join me, as you are still here, and we’ll discuss it.”
Fatty grinned, and he stood up with the book under his arm and trailed after his older cousin.
Frodo filled the teakettle and put it on to boil, and opened the cupboard. “I have part of that apple cake from supper last night still left?” He arched his brow at Fatty, whose face lit up.
“That sounds lovely, Cousin Frodo, thank you.” Fatty found the forks and teacups, and in only a few minutes they were seated at the table.
“Now,” said Frodo, “what is confusing you? I remember when Bilbo first told me that story, I became completely confused trying to keep track of everything that was involved. I remember that I told Bilbo that it was like trying to juggle.”
Fatty chuckled. “Exactly! And I really don’t understand why they made so much trouble. If they were made from the Trees of Light, then they should have been *good*!” He took a bite of his apple cake, and looked at Frodo expectantly.
Frodo felt quite gratified at his younger cousin’s faith in his ability to untangle all the maze of confusion surrounding that ancient tale. Since Bilbo had left, he’d missed being able to discuss such things. Merry and Pippin had very little interest in those old stories for the most part. But it was clear young Fatty had a keen interest in Elves. “Well, you see, it was not the jewels themselves that were the problem. It was Fëanor’s pride and folly in swearing that awful oath, and in binding that oath on all his family…”
Though they soon finished the apple cake between them, the tea grew cold, as they talked about the story, and Frodo took the book from his cousin to show to him certain things and explain certain passages. They were still talking when the back door banged open and Merry and Pippin rushed in, flushed, their curls still wet.
Merry and Pippin stopped and looked at the other two in surprise. “Now, here Pip and I hurried to get back so we’d not be late for luncheon, and it doesn’t look as though you’ve even started cooking!”
Frodo looked at them in astonishment. Surely he and Fatty had not been talking for two hours straight! But the look of equal surprise on Fatty’s round face showed that they were quite right. He stood up. “Well, in that case, why don’t we walk down the Hill, and take our luncheon at the Ivy Bush?”
And the four friends left, the book still upon the kitchen table.
Rating: G
Summary: …you may now kiss the bride…(a drabble)
K: LIKE KISSING THE KING OF NÚMENOR
They were King and Queen, but Frodo saw them only as Aragorn and Arwen, who waited forty years for this moment. Their eyes met, Aragorn’s filled with a tenderness that enveloped his bride. She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy, and then looked up. Her countenance was filled with joy, and the radiance of her own being surrounded him. He cupped her chin; then they kissed.
Somehow Frodo saw in them the majesty of Númenor renewed, as though that ancient land had risen from the sea. He felt slim hands upon his shoulders.
“They owe this moment to you,” whispered Elrond.
Rating: G
Summary: Frodo gives a lesson in First Age history to a young friend…
J: LIKE JUGGLING THE JEWELS OF FËANOR
Frodo passed the door of his study, and then backed up a few steps, to look in. “Fatty? I thought you’d gone out with Merry and Pippin.”
Fatty, who was curled up on the settee with one of Bilbo’s books, shrugged. “They were walking down to the Water; I think they might have wanted to go swimming.” He made a face. “Besides, I was really interested in this story…” He glanced back at the book. “Er, Frodo?”
“Yes, Fatty?”
“This is rather confusing…”
Frodo walked into the room to get a closer look. He bent over the back of the settee. “Ah! The Silmarillion! One of Bilbo’s translations. What do you need to know?”
“I’m just not sure I understand what happened with all the jewels, or why…” Fatty’s voice trailed off in a hopeful fashion.
“Well, I was about to go to the kitchen for some elevenses. Why don’t you join me, as you are still here, and we’ll discuss it.”
Fatty grinned, and he stood up with the book under his arm and trailed after his older cousin.
Frodo filled the teakettle and put it on to boil, and opened the cupboard. “I have part of that apple cake from supper last night still left?” He arched his brow at Fatty, whose face lit up.
“That sounds lovely, Cousin Frodo, thank you.” Fatty found the forks and teacups, and in only a few minutes they were seated at the table.
“Now,” said Frodo, “what is confusing you? I remember when Bilbo first told me that story, I became completely confused trying to keep track of everything that was involved. I remember that I told Bilbo that it was like trying to juggle.”
Fatty chuckled. “Exactly! And I really don’t understand why they made so much trouble. If they were made from the Trees of Light, then they should have been *good*!” He took a bite of his apple cake, and looked at Frodo expectantly.
Frodo felt quite gratified at his younger cousin’s faith in his ability to untangle all the maze of confusion surrounding that ancient tale. Since Bilbo had left, he’d missed being able to discuss such things. Merry and Pippin had very little interest in those old stories for the most part. But it was clear young Fatty had a keen interest in Elves. “Well, you see, it was not the jewels themselves that were the problem. It was Fëanor’s pride and folly in swearing that awful oath, and in binding that oath on all his family…”
Though they soon finished the apple cake between them, the tea grew cold, as they talked about the story, and Frodo took the book from his cousin to show to him certain things and explain certain passages. They were still talking when the back door banged open and Merry and Pippin rushed in, flushed, their curls still wet.
Merry and Pippin stopped and looked at the other two in surprise. “Now, here Pip and I hurried to get back so we’d not be late for luncheon, and it doesn’t look as though you’ve even started cooking!”
Frodo looked at them in astonishment. Surely he and Fatty had not been talking for two hours straight! But the look of equal surprise on Fatty’s round face showed that they were quite right. He stood up. “Well, in that case, why don’t we walk down the Hill, and take our luncheon at the Ivy Bush?”
And the four friends left, the book still upon the kitchen table.
Rating: G
Summary: …you may now kiss the bride…(a drabble)
K: LIKE KISSING THE KING OF NÚMENOR
They were King and Queen, but Frodo saw them only as Aragorn and Arwen, who waited forty years for this moment. Their eyes met, Aragorn’s filled with a tenderness that enveloped his bride. She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy, and then looked up. Her countenance was filled with joy, and the radiance of her own being surrounded him. He cupped her chin; then they kissed.
Somehow Frodo saw in them the majesty of Númenor renewed, as though that ancient land had risen from the sea. He felt slim hands upon his shoulders.
“They owe this moment to you,” whispered Elrond.
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Date: 2007-03-12 01:13 am (UTC)“They owe this moment to you,” whispered Elrond.
Hurray!
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Date: 2007-03-12 01:32 am (UTC)Somehow Frodo saw in them the majesty of Númenor renewed, as though that ancient land had risen from the sea. He felt slim hands upon his shoulders.
“They owe this moment to you,” whispered Elrond.
Oh my, such a moment! This is exactly the kind of thing I imagine/wish/hope had happened.
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:30 pm (UTC)Frodo needed to know just how much what he did meant not only to the *world* but to those individuals he counted as friends--it was only by giving up all his own heart's desire that Aragorn and Arwen could achieve *theirs*, after all.
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Date: 2007-03-12 02:29 am (UTC)I especially loved the Aragorn and Arwen one, I chose them too before reading yours, which is far better.
Good luck with I I found I and J dreadfully hard.
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:27 pm (UTC)"I" was hard, because I chose to do a rather difficult poetical form. And it was really hard thinking up a way to get hobbits into "J", but I managed! *grin*
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Date: 2007-03-12 03:16 am (UTC)*is incoherent*
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:23 pm (UTC)I'm sorry! I didn't *mean* to kill you! *grin*
I'm glad you liked them!
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:32 am (UTC)*blinks away tears*
I love the first tale. The Silmarillion is a heavy fare in first reading.
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:22 pm (UTC)It is. I've only gone all the way through it twice; it's heavy slogging sometimes.
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Date: 2007-03-12 03:44 pm (UTC)I have been meaning to comment to you that I enjoy all your fics so much - may I friend you? I am fairly new to LJ but have been "lurking" and reading fics for a while now. I have read and enjoyed so many of your fics but haven't had an opportunity to comment before.
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Date: 2007-03-12 09:20 pm (UTC)They did owe it to him. Without Frodo that would never have happened, and they *all* know it!
Please do feel free to friend me if you like. I may be slow in friending back, as I sometimes lose track. And in case you don't know--you may find nearly all of my stories over at Stories of Arda, including my early ones before I had LJ.
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Date: 2007-03-17 01:20 pm (UTC)I really needed Frodo to sit down and explain it all to me like he did to Fatty. That's such a lovely image... the two of them sitting and eating apple cake *yum!* and talking over the old tales. And to forget to make lunch?!? *GASP!* They were really into it!
Great job, as usual, Dreamflower!
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Date: 2007-03-29 01:54 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, Dreamflower.
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Date: 2007-03-30 12:51 am (UTC)Somehow Frodo saw in them the majesty of Númenor renewed, as though that ancient land had risen from the sea.
♥ That line is awesome
Very very nice~