A/N: THANKYOU MY REVIEWERS FROM THE FIRST PART OF THE SEQUEL: ELERRINA
WOOD, LAURELIN, E.G, GOLDILOCKS-OF-HOBBITON, RabbitEars, MIRANDA, ELLE,
PIPPIN28, TOZZA, LILA WINTERS, KNIGHT KIWI, KITTY, JENNIFER, AND PAPER
CRANE
DON'T WORRY THIS TIME PEOPLE, THIS STORY IS NIIIIIICE AND FLUFFY
I OWN THE PLOT CHILD OF A DIAMOND
ALSO: I HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF BEING A TORTURED LAB SUBJECT OR A WIDOW FOR WRITING MY LAST FIC. I HAVE ALSO BEEN ACCLAIMED THE QUEEN OF ANGST FROM MY LAST STORY, AND TOLD THAT I NEED TO WATCH MORE DISNEY MOVIES, SO I CAN LEARN HAPPY ENDINGS. SO IN SPITE OF YOU ALL, WHO THINK I AM IN SOME WAY CRAZED AND DEFFIECIENT, YOU ARE RIGHT, BUT I AM GOING TO MAKE THIS STORY ALL FLUFFY AND STUPID FOR YOUR PLEASURE TO PROVE I CAN WRITE NICE THINGS AS WELL.
INTRO
I CAN'T THINK. I cant breathe. Memories blew in my head, like a heavy storm of misery, leaving my sanity in tatters. I wanted to die, and be left alone in some dark hole to wither away, like I deserved. But instead, I had no sleep, no death and no peace, as neighbors, family and 'friends' pounded upon the doors and windows, inquiring my losses of the past night. Sooner or later, I would have to address them. Later. Faramir was whimpering under the quilt. I was determined to carry out my promise to Diamond, meaning that I would force myself to carry on. Just for Faramir.
The hobbits were still hammering on the door, making my aching head pound worse, so I scooped up faramir, who was on the verge of crying out for hunger. Nothing was in the kitchen that a 46-hour-old baby could eat. Faramir was supposed to be feeding off his mother, but unfortunately that was not an option. I began to warm up a little milk, but that was nothing close to what I should have been able to offer him. I had no bottles for him yet, so I had to feed him with a small cup. He struggled against it, knocking away every now and then, sending it down the front of my shirt. Merry waked in from the library. " How did you get in here?" I asked curiously. Merry was torn between amusement and pretending to be wise. " A window" he said. " I knew you weren't answering your door." He finished, throwing a disdainful look at the entrance, being hammered by questioners. " How are you?" I tried to say casually. " No- how are you?" asked him seriously, taking a seat on a cushioned chair across from me. " Living" I said gravely, regretting it. Merrys face saddened. " I came as soon as I heard the rumors." He said staring at Faramir. " I assume them true?" I nodded. Merry's face fell even more, and he gave me huge hug, that only your best friend is capable of giving. When he withdrew himself, it looked at though he was searching for a possible happier note to speak of. "Can I hold him?" he asked I lay faramir into his arm and watched his eyes gleam. Though he didn't say much, I knew he wanted a family horribly.he had been married just a few months before myself, but not by force, and ever since he had been walking about preaching about having children and such but he had none yet.
I OWN THE PLOT CHILD OF A DIAMOND
ALSO: I HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF BEING A TORTURED LAB SUBJECT OR A WIDOW FOR WRITING MY LAST FIC. I HAVE ALSO BEEN ACCLAIMED THE QUEEN OF ANGST FROM MY LAST STORY, AND TOLD THAT I NEED TO WATCH MORE DISNEY MOVIES, SO I CAN LEARN HAPPY ENDINGS. SO IN SPITE OF YOU ALL, WHO THINK I AM IN SOME WAY CRAZED AND DEFFIECIENT, YOU ARE RIGHT, BUT I AM GOING TO MAKE THIS STORY ALL FLUFFY AND STUPID FOR YOUR PLEASURE TO PROVE I CAN WRITE NICE THINGS AS WELL.
INTRO
I CAN'T THINK. I cant breathe. Memories blew in my head, like a heavy storm of misery, leaving my sanity in tatters. I wanted to die, and be left alone in some dark hole to wither away, like I deserved. But instead, I had no sleep, no death and no peace, as neighbors, family and 'friends' pounded upon the doors and windows, inquiring my losses of the past night. Sooner or later, I would have to address them. Later. Faramir was whimpering under the quilt. I was determined to carry out my promise to Diamond, meaning that I would force myself to carry on. Just for Faramir.
The hobbits were still hammering on the door, making my aching head pound worse, so I scooped up faramir, who was on the verge of crying out for hunger. Nothing was in the kitchen that a 46-hour-old baby could eat. Faramir was supposed to be feeding off his mother, but unfortunately that was not an option. I began to warm up a little milk, but that was nothing close to what I should have been able to offer him. I had no bottles for him yet, so I had to feed him with a small cup. He struggled against it, knocking away every now and then, sending it down the front of my shirt. Merry waked in from the library. " How did you get in here?" I asked curiously. Merry was torn between amusement and pretending to be wise. " A window" he said. " I knew you weren't answering your door." He finished, throwing a disdainful look at the entrance, being hammered by questioners. " How are you?" I tried to say casually. " No- how are you?" asked him seriously, taking a seat on a cushioned chair across from me. " Living" I said gravely, regretting it. Merrys face saddened. " I came as soon as I heard the rumors." He said staring at Faramir. " I assume them true?" I nodded. Merry's face fell even more, and he gave me huge hug, that only your best friend is capable of giving. When he withdrew himself, it looked at though he was searching for a possible happier note to speak of. "Can I hold him?" he asked I lay faramir into his arm and watched his eyes gleam. Though he didn't say much, I knew he wanted a family horribly.he had been married just a few months before myself, but not by force, and ever since he had been walking about preaching about having children and such but he had none yet.