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[claudia603]

And for shirebound...



A tiny finger traced the lump, all that remained of a finger brutally bit off at the rim of Mount Doom. Frodo tensed slightly as curious blue eyes met his.

“What happened to your finger?”

Ellohir was far too young. He was snuggled under his soft covers, a glass of warm milk on his bedside.

“Why, when I went to the market to buy you, sweet Ellohir, that was the price. A little boy costs one finger these days, you know.”

Ellohir giggled. “You didn’t buy me at the market! Where did I come from?”

Frodo smiled smugly. “Ask Aragorn.”

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[shirebound]

This is adorable! Clever Frodo immediately deflected Ellohir's question, which probably won't come up again for years. (And of course you have someone snuggled under a blanket, just for me. Sigh.)

Thanks, Claudia!

[claudia603.livejournal.com]

Yep, the blankets were for you! And yes, clever little Frood... :-) Thanks, Shirebound.