Meme and drabble offer

[dreamflower]

I commented on piplover's journal, so now I am biting the bullet and posting this here.

The first TEN people to comment, in this post or in future, get to request that I write a drabble of any character of their choosing.* In return, they have to if they want to they can post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

(1) labourslamp
(2) goldvermilion87
(3) ceshaughnessy
(4) claudia603 and lindahoyland
(5) pandemonium_213
(6) shirebound
(7) pearltook1
(8) lilybaggins
(9) baranduin
(10) grey_wonderer


*My fandom is LotR. I have made brief forays into other fandoms, but not enough to be confident in taking a request for them.

Comments

[labourslamp.livejournal.com]

Hah! Let's see if you're up for something in the later years...

How about Elfstan Fairbairn, Elanor's and Fastred's eldest son?

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

How about "the stranger from Michel Delving" in "A Long Expected Party."

[dreamflower]

This one wanted to be a double drabble:

Visiting Bag End

The good thing about visiting Bag End was because it was so far away that each visit lasted a good long time. Elfstan loved the way Bag End was so different from Undertowers, filled with aunts and uncles and cousins. Uncle Robin and Uncle Tolman were just Rob and Tom; they were not so much older that they couldn’t have splendid romps, but older enough that they were trusted to watch him. And Gamma Rose was always in the kitchen cooking wonderful things. Rob and Tom would put Elfstan up to begging for treats, for Gamma Rose would give them to him every time, but she would tell them to wait until the next meal.

And there was Gaffer Sam. He would sit in Gaffer Sam's lap, and he would hear him tell the great tales of Uncle Frodo and their journey, and they sounded so different when he told them. Mama told him those stories, but when she told them they sounded like stories. When Gaffer Sam told them, they sounded just like things that happened.

The bad thing about visiting Bag End was, when the visits were finally over, it would be a long time until another one.

[dreamflower]

Here you are. As our mysterious visitor had no name, I took the liberty of giving him one.

Gossip at the Ivy Bush

Bosco Sandheaver listened to the talk of old “Mad Baggins”. He’d heard the tales. Who in the Shire hadn’t heard of the hobbit who’d run off into the Wild with the Old Took’s wizard and a troupe of Dwarves, then come back from the dead? But these folks knew the old fellow!

Now this party. Bosco wondered could he stretch Mr. Brownlock’s business in Hobbiton enough to attend? Just a few more days, then when he got home, they’d buy him many a pint to tell of it. Who knew; mayhap gold or jools might just be laying about there…

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

:-) I really like the name, and the idea that he might have stayed for the party.

Thanks!

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

PS: Just noticed. The name you put up isn't mine. I'm goldvermilion87. (I think what gets people is that it's one "l" not two. :-) )

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

PPS: Have done my duty and posted! :-)

http://goldvermilion87.livejournal.com/72731.html

[dreamflower]

*grin* I'm glad!

[dreamflower]

It's fixed now!

[shirebound]

I love seeing Bag End and its residents through Elfstan's eyes! He sounds like a dear lad.

[dreamflower]

Thank you! I'm inagining him very young here-- maybe only a year or two out of faunthood. He probably has his mother's golden hair, and brown eyes like his Gaffer Sam.

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful. I can just imagine Sam telling them about the Quest.

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

I would certainly want to stay for that party if I were Bosco.

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

Aww! I particularly like the last line. It definitely resonates with my childhood memories of visiting grandparents.

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

PPPS: I am not ignoring your request. I'm just trying to think of 100 non-cliched words. :-D

[labourslamp.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is absolutely lovely, Dreamflower!

I think my favorite bit was him comparing the way his grandfather and mother tell him stories. :)

Thank you so much!

[dreamflower]

Uh-huh. And I don't imagine that Sam's storytelling was like anyone elses!

[dreamflower]

I thought you'd like that part. The contrast between primary and secondary sources, you know... *grin*

I'm glad you like it. I never wrote little Elfstan before.

[ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com]

Here's my request: Eglantine's thoughts as she holds the newborn son she thought she'd never have.

[dreamflower]

*grin* So would I!

[dreamflower]

Here you are, dear!

Worth It All*

So much effort she had put into delaying this moment, to holding back, in hopes that the babe could grow larger and stronger first. Then, finally, giving in and giving birth. She was exhausted, but here he was, so very tiny.

His cries were weak. He was red and wrinkled. But here he was, curls as soft and fine as downfeathers on head and feet. Mistress Poppy cut the cord, and now she brought the blanket wrapped bundle to place in Eglantine’s arms.

Would he thrive? She looked at him and lost her heart. At last, her lad, her Peregrin…

(* A/N: The title came from what my mother said when my brother was born: "It was worth it all.")

[dreamflower]

This is for claudia603 and lindahoyland, who both asked for Frodo and Aragorn friendship. They commented here Since it's for two people, it's 200 words!

(I'm not terribly happy with the title. If someone can think of a better one, I welcome suggestions.)

Respect

The Council finally dispersed, and Aragorn turned to leave.

“M-my Lord?”

Aragorn turned, surprised at the hesitant diffidence in Frodo’s voice. The hobbit stood before him, head bowed, eyes downcast.

“Frodo? Why are you so formal with me? I had thought we were friends enough that such titles were unnecessary.”

Frodo looked up, his eyes troubled. “But I didn’t know who you were! You are Isildur’s heir; you should be King.”

“But I am not King, and may never be so. For now I am Strider the Ranger.” He knelt down on one knee, so that he would be at Frodo’s eye level, placing a hand on Frodo’s shoulder. “Please, my friend, call me Aragorn, or even Strider as you first knew me.”

“We were so disrespectful to you! If we had even known you were friends with Bilbo, it might’ve made a difference.”

“Perhaps. But I never speak of Bilbo when I am outside this valley. His safety was at stake.”

“Oh.” Frodo bit his lower lip, and then smiled. “I hope that one day I you will think of me as being as good a friend to you as Bilbo is.”

“I already do, Frodo,” he smiled back.

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

This is just lovely! thank you so much!

[dreamflower]

For pandemonium_213 who commented here

I wanted to tell of some dashing adventure Trotter had, but this was the bunny that jumped out at me instead:

The year Thorn was seven, Moriel asked me to remain in Two Rivers. He was to start school, and was not happy about it. Arador consented to my staying, and it was arranged that I would assist the schoolmaster...

Strategy

“Why do I have to go to school?” Thorn pouted.

“To learn how to read and write and do sums, and learn the lore of your people,” Trotter answered calmly.

“You never went to school! You told me that hobbits do not have schools!” Arathorn crossed his arms and glared as though he had made an irrefutable point.

“No, I didn’t. I had lessons from my older brothers.”

“You are my brother! You can teach me.”

“So I can. At the school, as I’ll be the schoolmaster’s assistant this year.”

The child’s jaw dropped. “You tricked me!”

Trotter just grinned.

[ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com]

This is so lovely, Dreanflower! *Hugs* I can just picture dear wee Pippin in his mother's arms. Thank you for such a lovely gift!!