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Dancing, a drabble, rated G

They danced – the people of Minas Tirith. The crown had been set on the king, and now their feet sprang over stone, over barely washed bloodstains of their fallen. A tree blossomed and flags unfurled.

They danced -- thick woolly feet that hit the ground with no sound. Sam had claimed his Rose at last, and blossoms fluttered to the earth like snow. Smiling rosy faces passed in a blur. Seeds scattered and a new age bloomed.

They danced -- the waves over wet sand, singing and beckoning. A gray ship sailed toward a land where feet could dance again.

1. At the End
2. Shadow to Flesh
3. Glass
4. Rose Bush

Date: 2004-08-19 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] danachan.livejournal.com
It was that last line, actually. I have this thing about last lines that can boggle me at times. But yeah, it did mention Pippin, and you know how I like him. :)

Date: 2004-08-19 01:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] claudia603.livejournal.com
Oh, last lines are very important and sometimes I will suffer over trying to get just the right one, even in the trashiest of what I write, lol.
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