Alright, Claudia - get to writing, girl! I'm all caught up now and wanting more (hehe...just like Frood!).
Surely if he wandered to the same part of the woods in which he had nearly drowned, he had at least a small chance of running into Halbarad again. Or he could return to the lodge. His cheeks heated at the thought. But what in the world could he offer as an excuse for his presence?
Hehe...love makes you do crazy things, doesn't it?
And now he could not rid his mind of Frodo’s smile and his exquisite blue eyes, which held in them mischievous promise and innocence all at once.
What a perfect description of Frolijah's eyes!
He had laughed last night for the first time in many years. Then after the halfling had fallen asleep, nuzzled in his arms, he had nearly wept. Never in recent years had he realized how he longed for friendly banter and laughter. Nearly twenty years had passed since his beloved Gilwen had died in a long and agonizing childbirth that had left both mother and son dead. He had not realized how thick and enduring were the thick clouds that pressed in on his heart.
Oh. So cuddly and sweet and warm and yet sad and tragic, yet hopeful. So full of longing!
Oh...and, *whispers* didn't anyone ever tell Frodo doing that would make him go blind? o_O? *imagines Frodo with a white cane trudging up Mount Doom muttering "why didn't they warn me?"...snickers behind hand!*
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Alright, Claudia - get to writing, girl! I'm all caught up now and wanting more (hehe...just like Frood!).
Surely if he wandered to the same part of the woods in which he had nearly drowned, he had at least a small chance of running into Halbarad again. Or he could return to the lodge. His cheeks heated at the thought. But what in the world could he offer as an excuse for his presence?
Hehe...love makes you do crazy things, doesn't it?
And now he could not rid his mind of Frodo’s smile and his exquisite blue eyes, which held in them mischievous promise and innocence all at once.
What a perfect description of Frolijah's eyes!
He had laughed last night for the first time in many years. Then after the halfling had fallen asleep, nuzzled in his arms, he had nearly wept. Never in recent years had he realized how he longed for friendly banter and laughter. Nearly twenty years had passed since his beloved Gilwen had died in a long and agonizing childbirth that had left both mother and son dead. He had not realized how thick and enduring were the thick clouds that pressed in on his heart.
Oh. So cuddly and sweet and warm and yet sad and tragic, yet hopeful. So full of longing!
Oh...and, *whispers* didn't anyone ever tell Frodo doing that would make him go blind? o_O? *imagines Frodo with a white cane trudging up Mount Doom muttering "why didn't they warn me?"...snickers behind hand!*