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claudia603Title: Winds Over Eriador
Author: Claudia
Pairing: various (main: Frodo/Faramir, Frodo/Aragorn, Pippin/Faramir(unrequited)...)
Rating: series varies
Summary: note. This is a crossover fic (sort of, since it all takes place in Middle Earth with Tolkien characters) between LOTR and Gone with the Wind. This is such complete crack -- but I'm having a blast writing it! (I love all you enablers, by the way!)
Note: Even though this starts out from Pippin’s POV and will have sections from his POV, it will probably mostly be from Frodo's POV (duh.).
Warnings: HUGE AU scenarios (if canon is dear to you, I would suggest not reading), more mixing between the Shire and the Outside than canon suggests, etc.. Future mpreg (those sections will be well-labeled for those who wish to avoid that). As for the hobbits' ages? I'm going movie!canon here, with Frodo and Merry and Pippin all being about the same age.
Part 1 here
Pippin’s face did not change but everything went numb, from the tips of his ears down to his toes. He blinked his eyes, staring forward but he was not sure that he would ever breathe again. Evening had fallen, and a chilly breeze sent shivers up his arms.
Sancho continued. “They told us that they hadn’t intended to do that for another year at least, since Frodo hasn’t been very well; but with all this talk of a possible invasion from Gondor, they thought it might be best to set up house so that the hobbits wouldn’t be living alone.”
Sancho and Fatty talked on, but Pippin could barely hear them over the miserable buzzing in his ears. Frodo and Faramir – pledged to each other. And neither Frodo nor Faramir had hinted about it in the least.
Fatty broke in. “And you know all of Hobbiton will be fit to tied when they catch wind of a Hobbit and Man alliance, even if they are in Bree. It’s just not done. Not done at all. Everyone knows Frodo was too queer to marry a lass of Hobbiton and settle down with any kind of hobbit sense, but he’s got a good heart and he’s always been more than kind and generous to me. It just seems at least that he might have at least settled down with…” His eyes glazed in a wistful manner for just a second, but it was a devastating second too long for Pippin. Fatty went on, “But it’s just unnatural settling with a man.” His voice dropped. “Unnatural things happen to hobbits who live with men and that’s a fact.“
“Like what?” Sancho asked.
“Do you remember Tom Pickthorn of Bree?” Fatty whispered. Pippin vaguely remembered that name being whispered and gossiped about in Bree, but he could not remember the details.
“Neither of us knew him personally,” Sancho said in open scorn. “That’s just a tale.” Under normal circumstances, Pippin would be begging to hear the gossip, but now he just wished his friends would leave him in peace. Frodo and Faramir pledged. No, it couldn’t be!
Fatty shook his head firmly. “No, it’s true. My cousin used to travel to Bree quite frequently. He knows the healer there quite well, one of the Big Folk, a fellow named Bill. Anyway, my cousin says something sometimes happens when a hobbit fellow and one of the Big Folk are…well, when they enjoy one another’s company. It seems that sometimes the hobbit is able to bear his children, just like a lass and all.”
Sancho snorted. “I don’t believe it for a moment. Tom Pickthorn was just mad when that Man – and a Dunlander, I believe, so what did he expect – left him high and dry. My guess is he got some lass who was in a fix to work with him on that story. And even if it were true, how would a hobbit, even a lass, bear a half-Big Person child?”
Fatty set his jaw stubbornly. “All I know is what I heard from my cousin. And Bill was there, so there were witnesses.”
It was the most ridiculous thing Pippin had ever heard in his life, but he could not find the energy to poke fun or even take fascination in it. Instead, his heart sank deep inside his stomach and he felt cold all over. What they said about Frodo and Faramir simply could not be true. How could Faramir have chosen that pale, Elvish fair cousin of his over him?
At last, Sancho and Fatty realized that Paladin, with whom they had business, was not coming home soon enough for them and Pippin was not encouraging them as he normally did, so they took their leave. After they left, Pippin let the muscles in his face fall. The jagged pain of the news he had heard stabbed him again and again. Faramir – to pledge himself to Frodo. And he had said nothing about it to him this afternoon. Or perhaps he assumed Pippin already knew about it.
Pippin had been unaware of just how high in the clouds he had been until they crashed to the earth this evening. Well, he would wait for his father to return. His father had just been through Hobbiton. He would know. If what Sancho and Fatty said was true, then all of Hobbiton would be discussing it and it would be impossible for his father not to know.
***
Pippin had not bothered to go inside and fetch his cloak, and he sat far from the smial in the garden so that his sisters did not catch sight of him. The last thing he needed was teasing and prodding when his heart felt so heavy. At last, he heard the familiar clopping of Paladin’s pony Dahlia.
“Hoy, Pippin, lad,” Paladin called out. “You’ll catch a chill out here gathering wool like that. Is the company of your sisters too much? Or are you hiding from a suitor?”
Pippin forced a laugh. It never failed to amuse him that his father was so frank about his suitors, both lasses and lads. “No, father. I just needed a fresh breath of air.”
“Help me then put Dahlia in the stable.” Paladin climbed down from the pony, and Pippin joined him on the dark path toward the stable.
Paladin did not speak, but in the dark, Pippin could not tell whether it was out of discouragement or fatigue. He smelled of pipe-weed and ale, and Pippin wondered if he had stopped at an inn on the way home to have a few ales with friends. In that case he surely would have heard all the gossip.
“So, how are they over at Bag End?” Pippin asked, hoping he sounded casual. “You did stop there, didn’t you?”
Paladin laughed and spoke in his rich voice. “Aye, it was busy. Old Bilbo was in a flurry, gathering mathoms for everyone in the Four Farthings. And Gandalf the Conjurer has just arrived, hailing from that far horse country. And he bore distressing news about Gondor and the wickedness that his overtaken it. He got the Gamgees up in arms about a possible invasion by winter—“
“What about the Baggins party tomorrow?” Pippin broke in. If his father started in about Gondor, there would be no stopping him. They settled Dahlia in her stable with extra hay and they made their way back up the path toward the Great Smials.
“That sweet Brandybuck cousin of ours, Frodo, insisted I take several bottles of the Old Winyards to keep us in good company. A more generous gentlehobbit there has never been, for all his queerness.”
“Was Faramir the Ranger there?” Pippin asked. His heart thudded hard. He knew well Faramir was there, but he was impatient that his father should confirm or deny that gossip which had his heart in an iron grip.
“He was.” Paladin stopped and gave Pippin an astute look. “Now if that’s what you wanted to talk about, why didn’t you just say it to begin with?”
Pippin flushed, relieved for the dark. Now he was ashamed for having brought it up so frankly, for he had underestimated his father’s shrewdness. Of course, in all the long letters Pippin had written home during his time in Bree he had done nothing but write praises of Faramir.
When Pippin didn’t answer, Paladin continued with a scornful snort, “Yes, Captain Faramir was there at Bag End, and a most ridiculous picture he made, stooping through all the tunnels like a troll. He sends his regards, as did Bilbo and Frodo, and both hope that nothing will keep you from the party – and I would guess that nothing will.” Paladin turned sharply to his son. “And now, what is all this about you and Faramir?”
Pippin flushed, feeling awkward and miserable. The last person with whom he wished to discuss this heartbreak was with his father. “Nothing. Let’s go in, Father. I’ve not had even tea, and I’m hungry.”
“Nay, we’ll not go in until I get to the bottom of this. Now that I think of it, you’ve acted strangely since returning home from Bree. Has this Man trifled with you?”
Pippin was mortified by his father’s frankness, although he had to admit that it was a relief not to pretend. “No.”
“Nor will he, for I’ve had it from Bilbo Baggins in the strictest of confidences that Faramir and Frodo have pledged themselves to one another. They plan to announce it tomorrow at the farewell party.”
Pippin swayed and clutched the smial door for balance. The truth coming straight from his father’s mouth was nearly too much to bear.
Paladin’s eyes narrowed and he forced Pippin to meet his eyes. “Have you made a fool of yourself in front of all the Shire, throwing yourself at a foreigner, one of the Big People, who will not have you -- when you could have any of the lasses or lads in the Shire?”
“No, no,” Pippin said savagely. “No, it only surprised me.”
“Come now,” Paladin said, clamping his hand on Pippin’s shoulder. “Some day you will be Thain and a great responsibility you shall have. Just how would a big man like Captain Faramir fit inside the Great Smials?” Paladin chuckled. “He looked quite a sight in Bag End. Even Frodo laughed much at his expense. And I’d not have you run off to Bree with moonshine in your eyes.”
“I don’t want to be Thain,” Pippin said. “It means nothing now.” The idea of settling in Tuckborough when Frodo and Faramir were going off to their new life – together – on the Outside, seemed dull and dismal.
Paladin shook his head. “You’re young still, and if I’m lucky I have many years to go until you need take over. And meanwhile, if you have any sense at all, you’ll make an alliance with Diamond of Longcleave. Until you’re ready to produce heirs, perhaps that Sancho Proudfoot or your cousin Meriadoc. I care not, as long as he or she is a hobbit and thinks like you.”
Pippin said nothing. His heart was so utterly sick, and the very idea of settling with Diamond or even Sancho or Merry made his future seem gray and meaningless.
Paladin continued in a more gentle voice. “If it’s only Faramir you want, then you’ll not have him. And even if he wanted to pledge himself to you, I should not agree to it, as much as I like and trust him far above most of the Big People. I want you to be happy and you’d not be happy with him.” Paladin fidgeted with the watch in his waistcoat. “Only when like stays with like can there be happiness. And I am not saying this only because Faramir is a Man.”
“Faramir is honorable,” Pippin said hotly. “He is not like the others from his country.”
“I’m not talking about that, son. I mean that he’s full of moonshine, like the Elves, much like your cousin Frodo, which is why I think they’d make a fine couple.”
Pippin stuttered angrily, but Paladin put up his hand to silence him. “The Bagginses are queer folk, Pippin, and nobody in the Shire can deny that, with all their tramping around the wide world. I’d hazard a guess that Bilbo’s mischief on the Outside has something to do with why disaster looms on our horizon, not that he meant any harm, bless the old fellow. And Frodo is touched. I love him like one of my own, and he is as kind and generous as a gentlehobbit can be, but he’s always got his nose in a book, spouting nonsense about the Elves and Bilbo’s adventures and never settling down. Faramir is a perfect match for Frodo.”
“There’s not a thing wrong with Faramir,” Pippin said, his chest burning with wounded pride that anyone should utter aloud that Frodo and Faramir belonged together.
Paladin laughed. “I have nothing against the Man, even seeing who his father is. I don’t mean that Faramir would betray us or that he is cruel or unseemly. But there’s no understanding him, just like there’s no understanding those Bagginses. Do you understand Frodo’s gabble about Elves and ancient tales?”
“Not always,” Pippin admitted.
“Then come now. Let us go in and leave this foolishness behind. There’s plenty of time for you to find one you love, one who thinks like you and will make you happy. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”
Pippin nodded. Yes, he would eat and then he would go to bed and perhaps when he was alone in bed he could think of something before the party. After all, Faramir didn’t know how Pippin felt. That thought circled back and slammed again through Pippin’s thoughts. Faramir didn’t know. He had no idea how Pippin felt and he knew that Pippin was the future Thain of the Shire and therefore, he had found it easier to approach Frodo, who had no such obligation and no living parents to disapprove. Why that was it! Tomorrow at the party, all Pippin needed to do was to get Faramir alone for just a short time. He would tell him how he felt and then Faramir could not pledge himself to Frodo. He just couldn’t. Music surged through Pippin’s ears and hope for the sunlight of tomorrow’s fair day lifted his heart.
TBC
Author: Claudia
Pairing: various (main: Frodo/Faramir, Frodo/Aragorn, Pippin/Faramir(unrequited)...)
Rating: series varies
Summary: note. This is a crossover fic (sort of, since it all takes place in Middle Earth with Tolkien characters) between LOTR and Gone with the Wind. This is such complete crack -- but I'm having a blast writing it! (I love all you enablers, by the way!)
Note: Even though this starts out from Pippin’s POV and will have sections from his POV, it will probably mostly be from Frodo's POV (duh.).
Warnings: HUGE AU scenarios (if canon is dear to you, I would suggest not reading), more mixing between the Shire and the Outside than canon suggests, etc.. Future mpreg (those sections will be well-labeled for those who wish to avoid that). As for the hobbits' ages? I'm going movie!canon here, with Frodo and Merry and Pippin all being about the same age.
Part 1 here
Pippin’s face did not change but everything went numb, from the tips of his ears down to his toes. He blinked his eyes, staring forward but he was not sure that he would ever breathe again. Evening had fallen, and a chilly breeze sent shivers up his arms.
Sancho continued. “They told us that they hadn’t intended to do that for another year at least, since Frodo hasn’t been very well; but with all this talk of a possible invasion from Gondor, they thought it might be best to set up house so that the hobbits wouldn’t be living alone.”
Sancho and Fatty talked on, but Pippin could barely hear them over the miserable buzzing in his ears. Frodo and Faramir – pledged to each other. And neither Frodo nor Faramir had hinted about it in the least.
Fatty broke in. “And you know all of Hobbiton will be fit to tied when they catch wind of a Hobbit and Man alliance, even if they are in Bree. It’s just not done. Not done at all. Everyone knows Frodo was too queer to marry a lass of Hobbiton and settle down with any kind of hobbit sense, but he’s got a good heart and he’s always been more than kind and generous to me. It just seems at least that he might have at least settled down with…” His eyes glazed in a wistful manner for just a second, but it was a devastating second too long for Pippin. Fatty went on, “But it’s just unnatural settling with a man.” His voice dropped. “Unnatural things happen to hobbits who live with men and that’s a fact.“
“Like what?” Sancho asked.
“Do you remember Tom Pickthorn of Bree?” Fatty whispered. Pippin vaguely remembered that name being whispered and gossiped about in Bree, but he could not remember the details.
“Neither of us knew him personally,” Sancho said in open scorn. “That’s just a tale.” Under normal circumstances, Pippin would be begging to hear the gossip, but now he just wished his friends would leave him in peace. Frodo and Faramir pledged. No, it couldn’t be!
Fatty shook his head firmly. “No, it’s true. My cousin used to travel to Bree quite frequently. He knows the healer there quite well, one of the Big Folk, a fellow named Bill. Anyway, my cousin says something sometimes happens when a hobbit fellow and one of the Big Folk are…well, when they enjoy one another’s company. It seems that sometimes the hobbit is able to bear his children, just like a lass and all.”
Sancho snorted. “I don’t believe it for a moment. Tom Pickthorn was just mad when that Man – and a Dunlander, I believe, so what did he expect – left him high and dry. My guess is he got some lass who was in a fix to work with him on that story. And even if it were true, how would a hobbit, even a lass, bear a half-Big Person child?”
Fatty set his jaw stubbornly. “All I know is what I heard from my cousin. And Bill was there, so there were witnesses.”
It was the most ridiculous thing Pippin had ever heard in his life, but he could not find the energy to poke fun or even take fascination in it. Instead, his heart sank deep inside his stomach and he felt cold all over. What they said about Frodo and Faramir simply could not be true. How could Faramir have chosen that pale, Elvish fair cousin of his over him?
At last, Sancho and Fatty realized that Paladin, with whom they had business, was not coming home soon enough for them and Pippin was not encouraging them as he normally did, so they took their leave. After they left, Pippin let the muscles in his face fall. The jagged pain of the news he had heard stabbed him again and again. Faramir – to pledge himself to Frodo. And he had said nothing about it to him this afternoon. Or perhaps he assumed Pippin already knew about it.
Pippin had been unaware of just how high in the clouds he had been until they crashed to the earth this evening. Well, he would wait for his father to return. His father had just been through Hobbiton. He would know. If what Sancho and Fatty said was true, then all of Hobbiton would be discussing it and it would be impossible for his father not to know.
***
Pippin had not bothered to go inside and fetch his cloak, and he sat far from the smial in the garden so that his sisters did not catch sight of him. The last thing he needed was teasing and prodding when his heart felt so heavy. At last, he heard the familiar clopping of Paladin’s pony Dahlia.
“Hoy, Pippin, lad,” Paladin called out. “You’ll catch a chill out here gathering wool like that. Is the company of your sisters too much? Or are you hiding from a suitor?”
Pippin forced a laugh. It never failed to amuse him that his father was so frank about his suitors, both lasses and lads. “No, father. I just needed a fresh breath of air.”
“Help me then put Dahlia in the stable.” Paladin climbed down from the pony, and Pippin joined him on the dark path toward the stable.
Paladin did not speak, but in the dark, Pippin could not tell whether it was out of discouragement or fatigue. He smelled of pipe-weed and ale, and Pippin wondered if he had stopped at an inn on the way home to have a few ales with friends. In that case he surely would have heard all the gossip.
“So, how are they over at Bag End?” Pippin asked, hoping he sounded casual. “You did stop there, didn’t you?”
Paladin laughed and spoke in his rich voice. “Aye, it was busy. Old Bilbo was in a flurry, gathering mathoms for everyone in the Four Farthings. And Gandalf the Conjurer has just arrived, hailing from that far horse country. And he bore distressing news about Gondor and the wickedness that his overtaken it. He got the Gamgees up in arms about a possible invasion by winter—“
“What about the Baggins party tomorrow?” Pippin broke in. If his father started in about Gondor, there would be no stopping him. They settled Dahlia in her stable with extra hay and they made their way back up the path toward the Great Smials.
“That sweet Brandybuck cousin of ours, Frodo, insisted I take several bottles of the Old Winyards to keep us in good company. A more generous gentlehobbit there has never been, for all his queerness.”
“Was Faramir the Ranger there?” Pippin asked. His heart thudded hard. He knew well Faramir was there, but he was impatient that his father should confirm or deny that gossip which had his heart in an iron grip.
“He was.” Paladin stopped and gave Pippin an astute look. “Now if that’s what you wanted to talk about, why didn’t you just say it to begin with?”
Pippin flushed, relieved for the dark. Now he was ashamed for having brought it up so frankly, for he had underestimated his father’s shrewdness. Of course, in all the long letters Pippin had written home during his time in Bree he had done nothing but write praises of Faramir.
When Pippin didn’t answer, Paladin continued with a scornful snort, “Yes, Captain Faramir was there at Bag End, and a most ridiculous picture he made, stooping through all the tunnels like a troll. He sends his regards, as did Bilbo and Frodo, and both hope that nothing will keep you from the party – and I would guess that nothing will.” Paladin turned sharply to his son. “And now, what is all this about you and Faramir?”
Pippin flushed, feeling awkward and miserable. The last person with whom he wished to discuss this heartbreak was with his father. “Nothing. Let’s go in, Father. I’ve not had even tea, and I’m hungry.”
“Nay, we’ll not go in until I get to the bottom of this. Now that I think of it, you’ve acted strangely since returning home from Bree. Has this Man trifled with you?”
Pippin was mortified by his father’s frankness, although he had to admit that it was a relief not to pretend. “No.”
“Nor will he, for I’ve had it from Bilbo Baggins in the strictest of confidences that Faramir and Frodo have pledged themselves to one another. They plan to announce it tomorrow at the farewell party.”
Pippin swayed and clutched the smial door for balance. The truth coming straight from his father’s mouth was nearly too much to bear.
Paladin’s eyes narrowed and he forced Pippin to meet his eyes. “Have you made a fool of yourself in front of all the Shire, throwing yourself at a foreigner, one of the Big People, who will not have you -- when you could have any of the lasses or lads in the Shire?”
“No, no,” Pippin said savagely. “No, it only surprised me.”
“Come now,” Paladin said, clamping his hand on Pippin’s shoulder. “Some day you will be Thain and a great responsibility you shall have. Just how would a big man like Captain Faramir fit inside the Great Smials?” Paladin chuckled. “He looked quite a sight in Bag End. Even Frodo laughed much at his expense. And I’d not have you run off to Bree with moonshine in your eyes.”
“I don’t want to be Thain,” Pippin said. “It means nothing now.” The idea of settling in Tuckborough when Frodo and Faramir were going off to their new life – together – on the Outside, seemed dull and dismal.
Paladin shook his head. “You’re young still, and if I’m lucky I have many years to go until you need take over. And meanwhile, if you have any sense at all, you’ll make an alliance with Diamond of Longcleave. Until you’re ready to produce heirs, perhaps that Sancho Proudfoot or your cousin Meriadoc. I care not, as long as he or she is a hobbit and thinks like you.”
Pippin said nothing. His heart was so utterly sick, and the very idea of settling with Diamond or even Sancho or Merry made his future seem gray and meaningless.
Paladin continued in a more gentle voice. “If it’s only Faramir you want, then you’ll not have him. And even if he wanted to pledge himself to you, I should not agree to it, as much as I like and trust him far above most of the Big People. I want you to be happy and you’d not be happy with him.” Paladin fidgeted with the watch in his waistcoat. “Only when like stays with like can there be happiness. And I am not saying this only because Faramir is a Man.”
“Faramir is honorable,” Pippin said hotly. “He is not like the others from his country.”
“I’m not talking about that, son. I mean that he’s full of moonshine, like the Elves, much like your cousin Frodo, which is why I think they’d make a fine couple.”
Pippin stuttered angrily, but Paladin put up his hand to silence him. “The Bagginses are queer folk, Pippin, and nobody in the Shire can deny that, with all their tramping around the wide world. I’d hazard a guess that Bilbo’s mischief on the Outside has something to do with why disaster looms on our horizon, not that he meant any harm, bless the old fellow. And Frodo is touched. I love him like one of my own, and he is as kind and generous as a gentlehobbit can be, but he’s always got his nose in a book, spouting nonsense about the Elves and Bilbo’s adventures and never settling down. Faramir is a perfect match for Frodo.”
“There’s not a thing wrong with Faramir,” Pippin said, his chest burning with wounded pride that anyone should utter aloud that Frodo and Faramir belonged together.
Paladin laughed. “I have nothing against the Man, even seeing who his father is. I don’t mean that Faramir would betray us or that he is cruel or unseemly. But there’s no understanding him, just like there’s no understanding those Bagginses. Do you understand Frodo’s gabble about Elves and ancient tales?”
“Not always,” Pippin admitted.
“Then come now. Let us go in and leave this foolishness behind. There’s plenty of time for you to find one you love, one who thinks like you and will make you happy. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”
Pippin nodded. Yes, he would eat and then he would go to bed and perhaps when he was alone in bed he could think of something before the party. After all, Faramir didn’t know how Pippin felt. That thought circled back and slammed again through Pippin’s thoughts. Faramir didn’t know. He had no idea how Pippin felt and he knew that Pippin was the future Thain of the Shire and therefore, he had found it easier to approach Frodo, who had no such obligation and no living parents to disapprove. Why that was it! Tomorrow at the party, all Pippin needed to do was to get Faramir alone for just a short time. He would tell him how he felt and then Faramir could not pledge himself to Frodo. He just couldn’t. Music surged through Pippin’s ears and hope for the sunlight of tomorrow’s fair day lifted his heart.
TBC
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Date: 2004-11-23 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-23 02:38 pm (UTC)Poor little delusional Pip! Can't wait for more. :D
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Date: 2004-11-23 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 04:24 pm (UTC)Kisses.
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Date: 2004-11-23 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 07:21 pm (UTC)This is utter genius, and beautifully written. I can well see you publishing your own novel in the future. Please don't ever doubt your writing again -- I'm just in awe of your talent.
*Now* I'm going to go read the other comments!
:)
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Date: 2004-11-23 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 08:25 pm (UTC)It just seems at least that he might have at least settled down with…”
Yes, Fatty? LOL. Did you have a suggestion? ;)
How could Faramir have chosen that pale, Elvish fair cousin of his over him?
I have no idea. It's unfathomable. *distracts Pippin with shiny bauble, tackles Frodo with body slam*
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Date: 2004-11-23 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 03:20 pm (UTC)I am so enjoying this! So much fun! Heheheheh...you know what, though? I just can't help but imagine Pippin in Scarlett's big, billowing, white dress with the red sash belt! :p
Off to read more!
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Date: 2004-11-24 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-28 04:25 pm (UTC)