A/N: Well, my first work on ff.net. Go me! It's just a relatively short little drabble, what Merry could've thought at some point in Rivendell before the Council. I think that's all I have to say... Ah, and apologies in advance for the over-use of the word "change", but I don't really know that many synonyms for it, and most of the ones that I do know, Merry wouldn't've used for the life of him. Please tell me what you think of this little piece of work, if you're so inclined. It wasn't beta-read, so your opinions are all I've got to go by.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to the esteemed J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate, as well as whomever has bought some of its rights. I own squat. Other than a brand-spanking-new sabre! Shiny and smooth, my precious... And in need of a name... Anyways, here's the story. Please ignore babble.
Sam seems to like them. I wonder sometimes, though, if he really has a reason to. They're pretty—no, not pretty. They're fair, like stars and steel. "Pretty" is for flowers and hobbit-lasses like we're used to. These elves seem to be beyond us, to always be taller and fairer than we are, with their captivating voices and flowing hair. They seem to move as if through a dream, a dream where everything is where they expect it to be and their feet make no sound as they just hardly brush the ground. But that's not what I was thinking about in the first place. The elves are what they are, and nothing I do, think, or say will change that. What I was thinking was that after all I've been through, all we've been through, I'd just like to be back in the Shire. Frodo doesn't seem to be anything like the Cousin Frodo Baggins I knew back in our pre-adventure days. He doesn't laugh as much, and Weathertop scarred him enough to change who he is, a bit. And Sam! Sam's changed a lot. His duty to Frodo is more sacred now than it was before. Before he was his gardener, for the sake of the Valar! Even Pippin isn't the same! The journey to Rivendell has changed him, and I can't tell how! It frustrates me. He was always young and innocent, and he still is, but before we left the Shire, he never realized it. He's starting to think of things with more perspective, somehow. Not enough to really understand that he's not as mature as he thinks he is, but just enough to maybe think of himself as younger. It changes something about him, and is all change necessarily good? We were fine before, weren't we? The Shire was the Shire, and the four of us were, well, the four of us. And good old Fatty, too, but he didn't come, so he probably hasn't changed much. I hope the Black Riders didn't find him... That's beside the point. We were who we were, and I never thought that anything could change that. But who are we now? All that I know for certain is that we aren't who we were, and that I don't know if I can stand much more change than has been going on already.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to the esteemed J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate, as well as whomever has bought some of its rights. I own squat. Other than a brand-spanking-new sabre! Shiny and smooth, my precious... And in need of a name... Anyways, here's the story. Please ignore babble.
Sam seems to like them. I wonder sometimes, though, if he really has a reason to. They're pretty—no, not pretty. They're fair, like stars and steel. "Pretty" is for flowers and hobbit-lasses like we're used to. These elves seem to be beyond us, to always be taller and fairer than we are, with their captivating voices and flowing hair. They seem to move as if through a dream, a dream where everything is where they expect it to be and their feet make no sound as they just hardly brush the ground. But that's not what I was thinking about in the first place. The elves are what they are, and nothing I do, think, or say will change that. What I was thinking was that after all I've been through, all we've been through, I'd just like to be back in the Shire. Frodo doesn't seem to be anything like the Cousin Frodo Baggins I knew back in our pre-adventure days. He doesn't laugh as much, and Weathertop scarred him enough to change who he is, a bit. And Sam! Sam's changed a lot. His duty to Frodo is more sacred now than it was before. Before he was his gardener, for the sake of the Valar! Even Pippin isn't the same! The journey to Rivendell has changed him, and I can't tell how! It frustrates me. He was always young and innocent, and he still is, but before we left the Shire, he never realized it. He's starting to think of things with more perspective, somehow. Not enough to really understand that he's not as mature as he thinks he is, but just enough to maybe think of himself as younger. It changes something about him, and is all change necessarily good? We were fine before, weren't we? The Shire was the Shire, and the four of us were, well, the four of us. And good old Fatty, too, but he didn't come, so he probably hasn't changed much. I hope the Black Riders didn't find him... That's beside the point. We were who we were, and I never thought that anything could change that. But who are we now? All that I know for certain is that we aren't who we were, and that I don't know if I can stand much more change than has been going on already.