Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own any of the characters except Casey. Is that crystal clear, Mr. I OWN ALL THE RIGHTS Big Cheese Guy? Argh! No, I'm sorry, please don't sue me!
A/N: Hehe. Sorry, that was me just trying to inject some humor into this fanfic, it's pretty... "non-humorous" at the moment. Thank you to all the really genuinely helpful suggestions, here are my replies:
1. Thank you for the cookies. Er, what's a lemon? I don't think it's meant to imply the fruity variety.
2. I think that I may take it up to Mordor - but not up to Shelob, cause that would just complicate things. I don't want Casey to affect Frodo so much that he would eventually throw the ring in... I want Gollum to help in his own way. Oops, spoiler there. Sorry.
3. Um... okay, scrap that suggestion on a higher rating, I've decided that my mind is too pure and innocent to be writing NC-17 stuff [for chrissakes, I'm only 15!! Okay, I'll be 16 soon but still...]. Technically I'm not even allowed to read NC-17 stuff so I wouldn't be able to read my own fanfic and that would just confuse things even more...!
4. Aah, I'm so glad everyone likes Casey! I have a drawing of her... if anyone is really interested in seeing how she would look like, leave your email address and I'll scan it over. No wait, I have to go and colour it in first.
5. However, this is the probably the most surreal chapter by far - and some action between Casey and Frodo. In fact, this may probably be the only action between them!! Um, and I'm not used to writing lovey-dovey stuff, so bear with me all you anti-romance people. It is Valentine's Day! C'mon people, feel the love!!
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It was nightfall.
The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fire.
The soft breathing of the hobbits, accompanied by Gimli's snores that sounded as if a lizard had got stuck down his throat.
Gandalf's heavy breathing, as the air got sucked in and blown out through his beard.
Frodo closed his eyes.
He was dreaming.
It was the same dream, the same one that he had dreamt since the night...
*That* night. How could anyone possibly forget?
He was dreaming.
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It was the exact same location. A large pasture field.
The Shire. His home. Oh, how he missed Bag End so much!
"Frodo?" An angelic voice called out to him. He turned around.
There she was, standing behind him. In her white dress, billowing in the wind and a bunch of wildflowers clutched in her hand.
"Catch me if you can!" she cried, and laughingly, she ran from him.
A smile graced Frodo's lips, and he followed her, joining in the laughter.
They ran over the fields, and she leapt over the wooden fence and entered the crop field. He carried on following her.
She ran in the golden field, brushing aside the willowy stalks as she turned around every now and then to make sure that he was still following her. Everytime she caught his eye, she would smile, and he would return it.
He would catch her soon.
She stopped in the middle of the field, allowing him to catch up. Her back was to him. She stood still, soaking in the whole of the Shire in her dark eyes, her hair floating with the wind.
Frodo came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He buried his head of curls into her neck, as she, surprised, dropped the flowers and turned over to face him.
He kissed her.
[*Author panicking at this moment that her parents would walk in right now...*]
Her lips tasted soft and rather fruity as they came into contact with his own.
He felt a sense of heat spread to his cheeks as her lips parted and the kiss deepened.
How long they stood there, he did not know. And he did not care. His arms tightened around her waist, as hers tightened around his neck. They were completely alone.
Finally, they pulled apart.
There was a silence, as the lovers stared into each other's eyes.
He spoke, breaking the silence.
"Who are you?" he asked, shyly and hesitantly.
She tilted her head to one side. Just that simple action made Frodo fall in love with her even more. After a brief pause, as she bit her lip thoughtfully, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She beckoned him to come closer. Frodo raised a questioning eyebrow.
With one hand on the back of his neck, she tilted his head towards her and whispered in his ear.
"Open your eyes."
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He opened his eyes.
It was just a dream.
A stupid, meaningless dream.
Frodo sighed.
A tear slid down his porcelain cheek.
It would never come true... would it?
A/N: Hehe. Sorry, that was me just trying to inject some humor into this fanfic, it's pretty... "non-humorous" at the moment. Thank you to all the really genuinely helpful suggestions, here are my replies:
1. Thank you for the cookies. Er, what's a lemon? I don't think it's meant to imply the fruity variety.
2. I think that I may take it up to Mordor - but not up to Shelob, cause that would just complicate things. I don't want Casey to affect Frodo so much that he would eventually throw the ring in... I want Gollum to help in his own way. Oops, spoiler there. Sorry.
3. Um... okay, scrap that suggestion on a higher rating, I've decided that my mind is too pure and innocent to be writing NC-17 stuff [for chrissakes, I'm only 15!! Okay, I'll be 16 soon but still...]. Technically I'm not even allowed to read NC-17 stuff so I wouldn't be able to read my own fanfic and that would just confuse things even more...!
4. Aah, I'm so glad everyone likes Casey! I have a drawing of her... if anyone is really interested in seeing how she would look like, leave your email address and I'll scan it over. No wait, I have to go and colour it in first.
5. However, this is the probably the most surreal chapter by far - and some action between Casey and Frodo. In fact, this may probably be the only action between them!! Um, and I'm not used to writing lovey-dovey stuff, so bear with me all you anti-romance people. It is Valentine's Day! C'mon people, feel the love!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was nightfall.
The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fire.
The soft breathing of the hobbits, accompanied by Gimli's snores that sounded as if a lizard had got stuck down his throat.
Gandalf's heavy breathing, as the air got sucked in and blown out through his beard.
Frodo closed his eyes.
He was dreaming.
It was the same dream, the same one that he had dreamt since the night...
*That* night. How could anyone possibly forget?
He was dreaming.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was the exact same location. A large pasture field.
The Shire. His home. Oh, how he missed Bag End so much!
"Frodo?" An angelic voice called out to him. He turned around.
There she was, standing behind him. In her white dress, billowing in the wind and a bunch of wildflowers clutched in her hand.
"Catch me if you can!" she cried, and laughingly, she ran from him.
A smile graced Frodo's lips, and he followed her, joining in the laughter.
They ran over the fields, and she leapt over the wooden fence and entered the crop field. He carried on following her.
She ran in the golden field, brushing aside the willowy stalks as she turned around every now and then to make sure that he was still following her. Everytime she caught his eye, she would smile, and he would return it.
He would catch her soon.
She stopped in the middle of the field, allowing him to catch up. Her back was to him. She stood still, soaking in the whole of the Shire in her dark eyes, her hair floating with the wind.
Frodo came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He buried his head of curls into her neck, as she, surprised, dropped the flowers and turned over to face him.
He kissed her.
[*Author panicking at this moment that her parents would walk in right now...*]
Her lips tasted soft and rather fruity as they came into contact with his own.
He felt a sense of heat spread to his cheeks as her lips parted and the kiss deepened.
How long they stood there, he did not know. And he did not care. His arms tightened around her waist, as hers tightened around his neck. They were completely alone.
Finally, they pulled apart.
There was a silence, as the lovers stared into each other's eyes.
He spoke, breaking the silence.
"Who are you?" he asked, shyly and hesitantly.
She tilted her head to one side. Just that simple action made Frodo fall in love with her even more. After a brief pause, as she bit her lip thoughtfully, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She beckoned him to come closer. Frodo raised a questioning eyebrow.
With one hand on the back of his neck, she tilted his head towards her and whispered in his ear.
"Open your eyes."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He opened his eyes.
It was just a dream.
A stupid, meaningless dream.
Frodo sighed.
A tear slid down his porcelain cheek.
It would never come true... would it?