A/N: written at four in the morning, and I liked it, even though it's
something I never thought I'd write.
There's a lot of things we'll never say, I think. I know there's a lot of things I'll never say. I wish I could. I want to. But. . . I don't think I can.
I wish I could say how I wish you would stop calling me "Master Frodo." Proper terms of address can be damned. I don't want to be your master. I want to be your friend, your fellow, your lover. How could I be any of those, when you call me "master?" I wish for once, you'd just say "Frodo." You don't know what it'd mean to me. Oh, how you don't know.
I wish I could say how happy I was that it was so cold on Caradhras. It was my excuse to stay as close to you as possible. I said I was just huddling to keep warm, but that's so far from the truth it's almost laughable. I just wanted to be near you. I was vaguely aware of everyone else on that snowy trail, but all I knew was you. You were by my side. Our arms brushed against each other, and it did make me warm. It was the best feeling in the world.
I wish I could say that I love you. Because I do. You've been my best friend for such a time, though you don't know it; you think that it's Merry or Pippin. They've been great friends. But you; you've been the best of them all. I worry that if I tell you how I feel, it will ruin that. I'd rather spend the rest of my life pining for you than to lose our friendship. Besides, I know how you feel about Rosie, and how she feels about you. You go so well together; what am I to try and change that?
You said you'd go to the ends of the earth and back again for me. But would you go into my heart? There's a place for you there. I'd give you the whole thing, if you asked. I've already given it to you anyways, even though you've never asked. All I've ever wanted is you. But how am I supposed to tell you? Ringbearer I may be, but master of word and emotion I am not. I've written some poetry in my life, but it could never convey what I feel for you.
What would you do, if I told you? If I threw my arms around you and poured all this out to you? If I kissed you? What would you do, if I gave you my heart? Would you take it? Throw it away? I wish I knew. I could never divine the future, either.
But, what does it matter anyways? These are just things I'll never say.
There's a lot of things we'll never say, I think. I know there's a lot of things I'll never say. I wish I could. I want to. But. . . I don't think I can.
I wish I could say how I wish you would stop calling me "Master Frodo." Proper terms of address can be damned. I don't want to be your master. I want to be your friend, your fellow, your lover. How could I be any of those, when you call me "master?" I wish for once, you'd just say "Frodo." You don't know what it'd mean to me. Oh, how you don't know.
I wish I could say how happy I was that it was so cold on Caradhras. It was my excuse to stay as close to you as possible. I said I was just huddling to keep warm, but that's so far from the truth it's almost laughable. I just wanted to be near you. I was vaguely aware of everyone else on that snowy trail, but all I knew was you. You were by my side. Our arms brushed against each other, and it did make me warm. It was the best feeling in the world.
I wish I could say that I love you. Because I do. You've been my best friend for such a time, though you don't know it; you think that it's Merry or Pippin. They've been great friends. But you; you've been the best of them all. I worry that if I tell you how I feel, it will ruin that. I'd rather spend the rest of my life pining for you than to lose our friendship. Besides, I know how you feel about Rosie, and how she feels about you. You go so well together; what am I to try and change that?
You said you'd go to the ends of the earth and back again for me. But would you go into my heart? There's a place for you there. I'd give you the whole thing, if you asked. I've already given it to you anyways, even though you've never asked. All I've ever wanted is you. But how am I supposed to tell you? Ringbearer I may be, but master of word and emotion I am not. I've written some poetry in my life, but it could never convey what I feel for you.
What would you do, if I told you? If I threw my arms around you and poured all this out to you? If I kissed you? What would you do, if I gave you my heart? Would you take it? Throw it away? I wish I knew. I could never divine the future, either.
But, what does it matter anyways? These are just things I'll never say.