A/N: I suddenly had an urge to write, so I dug up all the random ficlets
I'd meant to write and put up on the fiction and fanfiction sites. This is
the first of all that random stuff.
Dreaming
Frodo lay asleep. Images of a fair hobbit maiden danced in his head. He remembered the last time he had seen her: windblown curly brown hair flying madly across her face; blue eyes filled with tears. He remembered how she tasted the last time he had kissed her, her soft pink lips just as longing as his. Her name was Lila Cotton, Rose Gamgee's younger sister.
Frodo turned in his sleep. 'Lila,' he murmured through dreams.
He had never been in love before; he didn't think he could after the quest of the ring. But his last months in the Shire had been so perfect, so.precious. The day he had to leave her was one of the worst of his life. In his dream's eye he could see her eyes shining with tears, her lower lip trembling. It broke his heart to go.
She had loved him, that was certain, but nowhere near as much as he had loved her. He had been so tempted to stay in the Shire with her forever, but he knew it wasn't fair. She was so young; she had her whole life ahead of her in which to love and be loved again. Staying would have been selfish, keeping her from others whom she might love more.
'Lila,' he murmured again.
'I am here, my love,' a gentle voice answered. Frodo knew that this could be no more than a dream.
'I miss you, love,' he answered the dream. To his surprise, the voice spoke again.
'I have missed you too, Frodo.'
He roused himself from sleep to feel soft lips kiss his forehead, his hands, his cheeks, his mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise. Surely beside his bed stood a dream? Surely it couldn't be the very maiden he had dreamt so fervently about?
'I love you, Frodo,' Lila said before enveloping his mouth in a deep kiss.
Dreaming
Frodo lay asleep. Images of a fair hobbit maiden danced in his head. He remembered the last time he had seen her: windblown curly brown hair flying madly across her face; blue eyes filled with tears. He remembered how she tasted the last time he had kissed her, her soft pink lips just as longing as his. Her name was Lila Cotton, Rose Gamgee's younger sister.
Frodo turned in his sleep. 'Lila,' he murmured through dreams.
He had never been in love before; he didn't think he could after the quest of the ring. But his last months in the Shire had been so perfect, so.precious. The day he had to leave her was one of the worst of his life. In his dream's eye he could see her eyes shining with tears, her lower lip trembling. It broke his heart to go.
She had loved him, that was certain, but nowhere near as much as he had loved her. He had been so tempted to stay in the Shire with her forever, but he knew it wasn't fair. She was so young; she had her whole life ahead of her in which to love and be loved again. Staying would have been selfish, keeping her from others whom she might love more.
'Lila,' he murmured again.
'I am here, my love,' a gentle voice answered. Frodo knew that this could be no more than a dream.
'I miss you, love,' he answered the dream. To his surprise, the voice spoke again.
'I have missed you too, Frodo.'
He roused himself from sleep to feel soft lips kiss his forehead, his hands, his cheeks, his mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise. Surely beside his bed stood a dream? Surely it couldn't be the very maiden he had dreamt so fervently about?
'I love you, Frodo,' Lila said before enveloping his mouth in a deep kiss.