Mother's Kiss
By: jedibaggins
"Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-Earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep, for not all tears are an evil." Said Gandalf.
And weep they did, free and silent tears. As Frodo turned to kiss Merry's forehead he thought back to another such kiss given to him 41 years ago.
It was his mother who gave it to him on a crisp evening at Brandyhall. She and Dad were going boating under the stars, that had shone so clearly that night.
His mother stood there in front of him with Dad to say goodbye. Frodo thought she looked beautiful. Her dark brown curls her put up into a ponytail, her brown eyes were shining warmly. She was wearing a cheery yellow dress that went well with her harfoot complexion and Fallohidish figure. His Dad stood next to her, a strong, firm sort of hobbit with blonde curls, blue eyes, and fair skin. A bit pudgy, too.
His mother reached down to brush the hair from his face and placed her lips on his forehead in a tender loving caress that lasted for about a minute. Normally, Frodo would have backed away immediately, say, "Eww", and wipe it off. But something was different this time though he couldn't place his finger on it.
She straightened up with a gentle smile and sparkling eyes. His father placed an arm around her should, smiled, a rare occurance, at Frodo, and said, "Until we meet again." His mother waved and they turned away, walking to the Brandywine.
Frodo smiled too and watched them until they disappeared around the corner, unaware that he'd never see them alive again.
As he thought of this he kissed the foreheads of Pippin and Sam.
Until we meet again.
He thought. And the thought drifted from hobbit to hobbit. It was an anchor to steady them and they clung to it.
The End
A/N: The idea for this story came one day when I was reading the end of The Return of the King. I wondered why Frodo kissed their foreheads so I came up with this explanation. Well wishes to you! Usta!
- jedibaggins
By: jedibaggins
"Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-Earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep, for not all tears are an evil." Said Gandalf.
And weep they did, free and silent tears. As Frodo turned to kiss Merry's forehead he thought back to another such kiss given to him 41 years ago.
It was his mother who gave it to him on a crisp evening at Brandyhall. She and Dad were going boating under the stars, that had shone so clearly that night.
His mother stood there in front of him with Dad to say goodbye. Frodo thought she looked beautiful. Her dark brown curls her put up into a ponytail, her brown eyes were shining warmly. She was wearing a cheery yellow dress that went well with her harfoot complexion and Fallohidish figure. His Dad stood next to her, a strong, firm sort of hobbit with blonde curls, blue eyes, and fair skin. A bit pudgy, too.
His mother reached down to brush the hair from his face and placed her lips on his forehead in a tender loving caress that lasted for about a minute. Normally, Frodo would have backed away immediately, say, "Eww", and wipe it off. But something was different this time though he couldn't place his finger on it.
She straightened up with a gentle smile and sparkling eyes. His father placed an arm around her should, smiled, a rare occurance, at Frodo, and said, "Until we meet again." His mother waved and they turned away, walking to the Brandywine.
Frodo smiled too and watched them until they disappeared around the corner, unaware that he'd never see them alive again.
As he thought of this he kissed the foreheads of Pippin and Sam.
Until we meet again.
He thought. And the thought drifted from hobbit to hobbit. It was an anchor to steady them and they clung to it.
The End
A/N: The idea for this story came one day when I was reading the end of The Return of the King. I wondered why Frodo kissed their foreheads so I came up with this explanation. Well wishes to you! Usta!
- jedibaggins