Drabbles: Darkness 1-3
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claudia603I've been writing these drabbles, and I figure I'd start posting them in clusters of three...:))
Drabbles: all rated G (all gen), all centered around the theme of darkness...
I.
Bilbo had grown quite accustomed to the complete dark that lay at the heart of Mirkwood Forest. Off the path, scattered from his friends and lost, the dark seeped through him and chilled his heart. Then came the hissing, flickering shadows with spindly legs and yellow bulging eyes, blacker than black. They blotted out any foolish notion that Bilbo might have had about just how dark the forest could get. Bilbo clutched his yet unnamed sword and straightened his shoulders with grim determination. If he was to die in this wretched forest, at least he would not make it easy.
II.
A whimpering woke Primula from her light sleep. She had not slept a full night since her dear boy had been born three years earlier. Such was a mother’s fate.
“Frodo, what is it, sweetpea?”
“Dark.” Frodo’s eyes were wet and wide with fear.
“Dark? Fie on the dark.” Primula kissed Frodo’s brow. “I’d never let anything hurt you.”
“Bad dream,” Frodo said.
“Let us sing our song then,” Primula said.
She lay beside Frodo in the bed, and she cuddled him to her. She sang, and soon his wavering voice joined hers. Together they kept the darkness at bay.
III.
Following the deaths of his parents, Frodo did not dare sleep a full night. If he went to sleep with a light heart and thus allowed his body to betray him by carrying him into unawareness, he might again be brutally awakened by horror and change. This he could not bear, so he tried not to sleep. Instead, he stared into the darkness and listened to the constant whisper of the river.
“Dear heart,” his Aunt Esme said. “You must sleep or you will fall ill.”
“No,“ Frodo said. “I must listen. I must make sure it claims nobody else.”
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 4, 5, 6
Drabbles: all rated G (all gen), all centered around the theme of darkness...
I.
Bilbo had grown quite accustomed to the complete dark that lay at the heart of Mirkwood Forest. Off the path, scattered from his friends and lost, the dark seeped through him and chilled his heart. Then came the hissing, flickering shadows with spindly legs and yellow bulging eyes, blacker than black. They blotted out any foolish notion that Bilbo might have had about just how dark the forest could get. Bilbo clutched his yet unnamed sword and straightened his shoulders with grim determination. If he was to die in this wretched forest, at least he would not make it easy.
II.
A whimpering woke Primula from her light sleep. She had not slept a full night since her dear boy had been born three years earlier. Such was a mother’s fate.
“Frodo, what is it, sweetpea?”
“Dark.” Frodo’s eyes were wet and wide with fear.
“Dark? Fie on the dark.” Primula kissed Frodo’s brow. “I’d never let anything hurt you.”
“Bad dream,” Frodo said.
“Let us sing our song then,” Primula said.
She lay beside Frodo in the bed, and she cuddled him to her. She sang, and soon his wavering voice joined hers. Together they kept the darkness at bay.
III.
Following the deaths of his parents, Frodo did not dare sleep a full night. If he went to sleep with a light heart and thus allowed his body to betray him by carrying him into unawareness, he might again be brutally awakened by horror and change. This he could not bear, so he tried not to sleep. Instead, he stared into the darkness and listened to the constant whisper of the river.
“Dear heart,” his Aunt Esme said. “You must sleep or you will fall ill.”
“No,“ Frodo said. “I must listen. I must make sure it claims nobody else.”
Go on to Darkness Drabbles 4, 5, 6
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