Ficlet #5 - Frodo/Aragorn for Browngirl
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browngirl requested a hobbit and man combo of my choice keeping warm...:)This is kind of an odd little piece, I think, but it is what came out! ;) Oh, and not a drabble. It's 332 words
Snowflakes danced and whirled over Lake Evendim, fairy wings falling over frosty waves.
“Come!” Aragorn took Frodo’s hand.
Frodo resisted, pulling back. “The snow is too deep!”
Of course. Frodo filled his whole world, and he often forgot just how much smaller he was.
“What I have to show you will be worth the journey. Come, I’ll carry you.”
Aragorn kneeled to allow Frodo to scramble onto his back. He walked beside the lake, his boots crunching in the snow. The snow fell in a gentle hush.
At last Aragorn came to a pool of water surrounded by smooth rock, separate from the lake. Steam curled up from it in ghostly wisps. Aragorn set Frodo down on the rock.
“A hot spring.”
“I have never seen—“ Frodo’s blue eyes widened in wonder.
Aragorn unclasped his cloak and let it fall to the ground behind him. He pulled at his boot.
“What are you doing?” Frodo asked in alarm.
“Come,” Aragorn said with a slow smile. “Take off your clothes.”
“But. . .”
“You will not be cold in the spring.”
Once they were both undressed, Aragorn helped Frodo into the spring, which was the temperature of a perfect winter bath. At the deepest point, the water came to Frodo’s chin, but there were natural stone ledges at varying heights so that Frodo and Aragorn could sit comfortably together with the water at about chest level.
Aragorn’s love for Frodo filled his chest, his gratitude that Frodo had healed, had agreed to spend the rest of his life with him.
Aragorn’s arm slipped around Frodo’s waist and he pulled Frodo to him, and cheek to cheek, they watched the white flakes swirl and flutter down on the lake’s restless silver waves.
Waves. . .the sea. . .gone forever
Aragorn woke in the dead of night beside his beloved Arwen in their bed, far from Lake Evendim, in Minas Tirith, filled with the grief that often clenched his heart.
Frodo sailed. He is gone.
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:32 am (UTC)I liked it :-)
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Date: 2014-02-07 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-06 12:04 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2014-02-06 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-06 01:04 pm (UTC)cheek to cheek, they watched the white flakes swirl and flutter down on the lake’s restless silver waves
That's such lovely imagery.
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Date: 2014-02-06 04:13 pm (UTC)beautiful, but still....oh.
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:59 am (UTC)Is it too late for requests?
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Date: 2014-02-07 12:23 pm (UTC)Naw, not too late, but it will slow down a bit (maybe, we'll see about this weekend), just because the snow days are (probably) over for awhile! ;D
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Date: 2014-02-10 04:57 am (UTC)