I Will Protect You
by: Serena-chan
That evening, Frodo walked through the halls of the Fairy Kingdom down to the main gait where Lorenthia and Fern would be waiting. He tugged nervously on his festival clothes (yellow and red rose petals). He had no idea what a fairy festival would be like, and he wasn't quite sure what to expect.
As he entered the courtyard, he found the place packed with fairies dressed in all sorts of flower clothes. The sun had already set and twinkling diamond stars could be seen overhead. Several tiger lilies had been magicked to glow a shimmering light to light up the whole courtyard. There were all sorts of tables and tents set up filled with food and other interesting objects. In the center, a dance floor was cleared and several fairies were swaying to music that seemed to be emitting from a clump of shimmering flowers nearby. A closer examination revealed that the flowers were singing. He stood for a moment in awe, taking it all in, before a sweet voice from behind him brought him back to his senses.
"There you are, Frodo!" He turned to see Lorenthia smiling at him. She was wearing a gown of pale white lilies. Her hair was swept back into a long golden braid that ran down her back. She was wearing a crown of miniature pink rose buds, with a small lily in the center of her forehead. Frodo opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Well, are you going to stand there all night and gape, or are we going to have some fun?" Frodo tore his eyes from Lorenthia to see Fern standing there in a purple dress with green fern trimming, looking annoyed.
"Right," Frodo swallowed hard and flushed in embarrassment, "let's go."
"Come on, let's go get something to eat." Lorenthia extended her hand to him. He took it, flushing even redder than before.
They ate more fairy cake and drank water so clean and pure it left you wondering why you'd ever drank anything else. Frodo, however, found it very hard to concentrate on the food, owing to the fact that Lorenthia still had hold of his hand.
They looked at all the booths. Fern, who seemed to be somewhat of a know- it-all, delighted in showing Frodo all the fairy items that surrounded him. They made their way through the whole festival, and soon they had reached the dance floor. Fern found a partner immediately and went swooping off, her feet moving in perfect time to the music.
That left Frodo and Lorenthia, standing at the edge of the dance floor, feeling awkward. They stood there shyly for a few minutes, each secretly hoping the other would make the first move.
After a few moments of serious debate, Frodo turned to her and asked nervously, "I...I don't suppose you'd like to dance?"
Lorenthia's face split into a huge smile, "I'd love to," she responded.
She led him onto the dance floor and laced the fingers of one hand through his. The other hand she placed on his shoulder. Frodo placed his hand on her waist, sending chills of excitement down his spine. They swayed in time to the music.
After that song had ended, a slower, more beautiful tune began to drift its way across the dance floor. Some of the fairy couples were flitting their wings so that their feet hovered just above the floor. It looked like they were dancing on air. Frodo found himself privately wishing that he had wings, so that he and Lorenthia could dance that way.
Lorenthia saw him looking at the other fairies and seemed to read his mind. "Here," she said, taking his hands, "I'm going to try something." She placed both his arms around her waist and wrapped her arms around him so that they were in a tight embrace. Frodo felt air rush past his hands as Lorenthia fluttered her wings a few times. He felt his feet lift a few inches above the ground.
"There." Lorenthia smiled, looking quite pleased with herself. Frodo smiled back at her as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. In order for him to stay afloat, he had to hold tightly on to Lorenthia, something that was causing his emotions to go all strange on him again. He didn't care though. He felt happier than he had ever felt in his life, even at the Shire he hadn't been this happy. It was as though they were the only two people in the world.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"It was so incredible, Sam! You should have been there." Frodo sat on the edge of Sam's bed the next morning, filling him in on what he had missed at the festival the previous evening. "The flowers were actually singing! It was the most beautiful music I've ever heard, and the food there was wonderful! Every one was all dressed up and there was dancing..."
"Were there any pretty girls there?" Sam asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I didn't really notice," said Frodo after some consideration, "I suppose there were. I haven't met a fairy yet that wasn't pretty. They all seem to be that way."
"Who did you think was the prettiest?"
"I. . ." Frodo's cheeks flushed a dull red, "Oh, I don't know."
"You do too know," said Sam, looking at Frodo, "I can see it in your eyes!" When Frodo didn't say anything, he changed the subject, "Well, did you dance with anyone?"
This question only seemed to embarrass Frodo even more. "Just Lorenthia," he sputtered out eventually, looking down at his lap.
Sam studied his friend for a moment. He had known Frodo for quite some time, and he had never seen him act this way over a girl before. "Do you like her?"
"Yes. . .No! Well, she's a very nice girl. . .Oh, Sam, I don't know. I'm so confused!" Frodo put his head in his hands and sat there thinking. Sam sat beside him, not saying anything. After awhile, Frodo said hesitantly to his friend, "Sam, have you ever been in love before?"
Sam sighed and rested his chin on his hand. He looked out the window, but his eyes didn't seem to see the brightly colored blossoms that swayed outside. He seemed to be looking back in time. "I was once." He said slowly, "Well, I am still, I suppose, with a girl at the Shire." He laughed softly, "You know, it's funny. There's not a day that goes by, that I don't think of her. Even though I know that she's probably forgotten about me by now. She's probably found some other hobbit to make her happy. Maybe she's even married." Sam trailed off and just stared blankly out the window.
Frodo reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sam. It's all my fault. If it hadn't been for me and this stupid ring then-"
"No," Sam cut him off and turned to face him, "it's not your fault at all. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Perhaps it was never meant to be, but it was nice while it lasted."
"What was it like?" Frodo asked, anxiously.
"Being in love?" Sam smiled and closed his eyes, remembering, "It's the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel so happy, like you could fly, and you want to be with that person constantly. You want to hold her, protect her from any harm." Sam opened his eyes, "Is that how you feel around Lorenthia?"
Frodo nodded ruefully, "Exactly, but I only just met her a few days ago. How is it possible to care for someone so much that you've only just met?"
"It's possible," said Sam. "Love works in tricky ways. Besides, haven't you ever heard of 'love at first sight'?"
"I suppose so," sighed Frodo, "I just feel so comfortable around her, like I could tell her anything, and she seems to always understand how I feel and what I'm thinking."
Sam nodded, understanding. "Well, the only advice I can give you, is to talk to her and spend as much time with her as you can. Get to know her a little better, and then...just see what happens."
"Thanks, Sam," said Frodo, standing up. "I'll do just that."
"Yes, well you'd better come back and tell me all about it or I'll personally thrash you as soon as Fern lets me out of bed," said Sam, grinning up at his friend.
by: Serena-chan
That evening, Frodo walked through the halls of the Fairy Kingdom down to the main gait where Lorenthia and Fern would be waiting. He tugged nervously on his festival clothes (yellow and red rose petals). He had no idea what a fairy festival would be like, and he wasn't quite sure what to expect.
As he entered the courtyard, he found the place packed with fairies dressed in all sorts of flower clothes. The sun had already set and twinkling diamond stars could be seen overhead. Several tiger lilies had been magicked to glow a shimmering light to light up the whole courtyard. There were all sorts of tables and tents set up filled with food and other interesting objects. In the center, a dance floor was cleared and several fairies were swaying to music that seemed to be emitting from a clump of shimmering flowers nearby. A closer examination revealed that the flowers were singing. He stood for a moment in awe, taking it all in, before a sweet voice from behind him brought him back to his senses.
"There you are, Frodo!" He turned to see Lorenthia smiling at him. She was wearing a gown of pale white lilies. Her hair was swept back into a long golden braid that ran down her back. She was wearing a crown of miniature pink rose buds, with a small lily in the center of her forehead. Frodo opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Well, are you going to stand there all night and gape, or are we going to have some fun?" Frodo tore his eyes from Lorenthia to see Fern standing there in a purple dress with green fern trimming, looking annoyed.
"Right," Frodo swallowed hard and flushed in embarrassment, "let's go."
"Come on, let's go get something to eat." Lorenthia extended her hand to him. He took it, flushing even redder than before.
They ate more fairy cake and drank water so clean and pure it left you wondering why you'd ever drank anything else. Frodo, however, found it very hard to concentrate on the food, owing to the fact that Lorenthia still had hold of his hand.
They looked at all the booths. Fern, who seemed to be somewhat of a know- it-all, delighted in showing Frodo all the fairy items that surrounded him. They made their way through the whole festival, and soon they had reached the dance floor. Fern found a partner immediately and went swooping off, her feet moving in perfect time to the music.
That left Frodo and Lorenthia, standing at the edge of the dance floor, feeling awkward. They stood there shyly for a few minutes, each secretly hoping the other would make the first move.
After a few moments of serious debate, Frodo turned to her and asked nervously, "I...I don't suppose you'd like to dance?"
Lorenthia's face split into a huge smile, "I'd love to," she responded.
She led him onto the dance floor and laced the fingers of one hand through his. The other hand she placed on his shoulder. Frodo placed his hand on her waist, sending chills of excitement down his spine. They swayed in time to the music.
After that song had ended, a slower, more beautiful tune began to drift its way across the dance floor. Some of the fairy couples were flitting their wings so that their feet hovered just above the floor. It looked like they were dancing on air. Frodo found himself privately wishing that he had wings, so that he and Lorenthia could dance that way.
Lorenthia saw him looking at the other fairies and seemed to read his mind. "Here," she said, taking his hands, "I'm going to try something." She placed both his arms around her waist and wrapped her arms around him so that they were in a tight embrace. Frodo felt air rush past his hands as Lorenthia fluttered her wings a few times. He felt his feet lift a few inches above the ground.
"There." Lorenthia smiled, looking quite pleased with herself. Frodo smiled back at her as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. In order for him to stay afloat, he had to hold tightly on to Lorenthia, something that was causing his emotions to go all strange on him again. He didn't care though. He felt happier than he had ever felt in his life, even at the Shire he hadn't been this happy. It was as though they were the only two people in the world.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"It was so incredible, Sam! You should have been there." Frodo sat on the edge of Sam's bed the next morning, filling him in on what he had missed at the festival the previous evening. "The flowers were actually singing! It was the most beautiful music I've ever heard, and the food there was wonderful! Every one was all dressed up and there was dancing..."
"Were there any pretty girls there?" Sam asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I didn't really notice," said Frodo after some consideration, "I suppose there were. I haven't met a fairy yet that wasn't pretty. They all seem to be that way."
"Who did you think was the prettiest?"
"I. . ." Frodo's cheeks flushed a dull red, "Oh, I don't know."
"You do too know," said Sam, looking at Frodo, "I can see it in your eyes!" When Frodo didn't say anything, he changed the subject, "Well, did you dance with anyone?"
This question only seemed to embarrass Frodo even more. "Just Lorenthia," he sputtered out eventually, looking down at his lap.
Sam studied his friend for a moment. He had known Frodo for quite some time, and he had never seen him act this way over a girl before. "Do you like her?"
"Yes. . .No! Well, she's a very nice girl. . .Oh, Sam, I don't know. I'm so confused!" Frodo put his head in his hands and sat there thinking. Sam sat beside him, not saying anything. After awhile, Frodo said hesitantly to his friend, "Sam, have you ever been in love before?"
Sam sighed and rested his chin on his hand. He looked out the window, but his eyes didn't seem to see the brightly colored blossoms that swayed outside. He seemed to be looking back in time. "I was once." He said slowly, "Well, I am still, I suppose, with a girl at the Shire." He laughed softly, "You know, it's funny. There's not a day that goes by, that I don't think of her. Even though I know that she's probably forgotten about me by now. She's probably found some other hobbit to make her happy. Maybe she's even married." Sam trailed off and just stared blankly out the window.
Frodo reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sam. It's all my fault. If it hadn't been for me and this stupid ring then-"
"No," Sam cut him off and turned to face him, "it's not your fault at all. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Perhaps it was never meant to be, but it was nice while it lasted."
"What was it like?" Frodo asked, anxiously.
"Being in love?" Sam smiled and closed his eyes, remembering, "It's the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel so happy, like you could fly, and you want to be with that person constantly. You want to hold her, protect her from any harm." Sam opened his eyes, "Is that how you feel around Lorenthia?"
Frodo nodded ruefully, "Exactly, but I only just met her a few days ago. How is it possible to care for someone so much that you've only just met?"
"It's possible," said Sam. "Love works in tricky ways. Besides, haven't you ever heard of 'love at first sight'?"
"I suppose so," sighed Frodo, "I just feel so comfortable around her, like I could tell her anything, and she seems to always understand how I feel and what I'm thinking."
Sam nodded, understanding. "Well, the only advice I can give you, is to talk to her and spend as much time with her as you can. Get to know her a little better, and then...just see what happens."
"Thanks, Sam," said Frodo, standing up. "I'll do just that."
"Yes, well you'd better come back and tell me all about it or I'll personally thrash you as soon as Fern lets me out of bed," said Sam, grinning up at his friend.