Title: My Knight
Summery: Shmi thinks about Cliegg
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters belong to George Lucas
Time frame: Episode 2
You came and saved me, even when I thought I didn't need it. I never minded being a slave since I haven't known anything else. I was a slave and that was that. But you came and you showed me that I was much more then that.
You may never know how I feel, I'm not the most demonstrative person since my Annie left and you yourself are gruff. I know you love and and Cliegg I love you too I want you to know that.
But I miss my Annie; you took me away from the dark place I had toiled in since Anakin left, made me appreciate the beauty of the twin suns, held my hand and let me lean upon your shoulder.
You look at me like I was a princess, in golden robes, when I am a poor, rough old woman in worn out clothing and lines that mare my face. When I am with you I am not just a slave I am Shmi Skywalker Lars.
Do you know that when I am in the market I purposely say I am Mrs. Lars. I am so proud to be your wife, a mother for Owen, who is the most wonderful boy.
I watch you with Owen, the quiet way you guide him. With all your gruffness that scare any one who would threaten us, the way you watch Owen and Beru with a father's love and tenderness that only I am allowed to see. You are respected here Cliegg, a hard, tough man that I love.
I am part of something, and the only thing that would make it better is to have my Anakin with me, to share in the warmth you give me. To share in our jokes and stories. It's not easy to live on Tatooine and I have always hated it, even though I grinned and bore it when I was a slave, to show an example to Anakin. Now I love it here, the twin suns are beautiful and cast you in the most handsome light, all rough worn and masculine. You don't know that I watch you work on the farm, just to see you painted in the heavy red light.
I know there are heroes in the Universe, not Jedi sweeping in and making grand gestures, but a hero who wormed his way into my heart out of pure stubbornness and who makes his life quiet and safe.
I am no longer apart, I have a family, who I can nourish and grow and it's all thanks to you. You would rather see the farm go to ruin then see me or Owen or Beru hurt. You protect us with such force it often takes my breath away. I try to return my feelings but I don't know how, to make you see how much I love you, it would fall a dessert short of how I love you.
Everything I need. I know Anakin could never live here, he would bore to easily, but I love it. With you I am home. I am in love. I am Mrs. Cliegg Lars.
You came and saved me, even when I thought I didn't need it. I never minded being a slave since I haven't known anything else. I was a slave and that was that. But you came and you showed me that I was much more then that.
You may never know how I feel, I'm not the most demonstrative person since my Annie left and you yourself are gruff. I know you love and and Cliegg I love you too I want you to know that.
But I miss my Annie; you took me away from the dark place I had toiled in since Anakin left, made me appreciate the beauty of the twin suns, held my hand and let me lean upon your shoulder.
You look at me like I was a princess, in golden robes, when I am a poor, rough old woman in worn out clothing and lines that mare my face. When I am with you I am not just a slave I am Shmi Skywalker Lars.
Do you know that when I am in the market I purposely say I am Mrs. Lars. I am so proud to be your wife, a mother for Owen, who is the most wonderful boy.
I watch you with Owen, the quiet way you guide him. With all your gruffness that scare any one who would threaten us, the way you watch Owen and Beru with a father's love and tenderness that only I am allowed to see. You are respected here Cliegg, a hard, tough man that I love.
I am part of something, and the only thing that would make it better is to have my Anakin with me, to share in the warmth you give me. To share in our jokes and stories. It's not easy to live on Tatooine and I have always hated it, even though I grinned and bore it when I was a slave, to show an example to Anakin. Now I love it here, the twin suns are beautiful and cast you in the most handsome light, all rough worn and masculine. You don't know that I watch you work on the farm, just to see you painted in the heavy red light.
I know there are heroes in the Universe, not Jedi sweeping in and making grand gestures, but a hero who wormed his way into my heart out of pure stubbornness and who makes his life quiet and safe.
I am no longer apart, I have a family, who I can nourish and grow and it's all thanks to you. You would rather see the farm go to ruin then see me or Owen or Beru hurt. You protect us with such force it often takes my breath away. I try to return my feelings but I don't know how, to make you see how much I love you, it would fall a dessert short of how I love you.
Everything I need. I know Anakin could never live here, he would bore to easily, but I love it. With you I am home. I am in love. I am Mrs. Cliegg Lars.