Title: Garden
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: I really wish I could have thought of a better title for this.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Garden"
Frodo's mental voice is strong and his hand steady as he holds out the Ring. Galadriel reaches for it, faintly hearing her own voice. Some part of her can still form words, while the rest focuses on the gold in Frodo's palm.
Power sweeps her up, makes her see what she might become, and yet... The metal is warm to the touch, shining in a way that banishes all else from her thoughts.
Dimly, she is aware that Frodo has drawn away, that she glows a shade most unlike her usual one, but none of it matters now.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: I really wish I could have thought of a better title for this.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Garden"
Frodo's mental voice is strong and his hand steady as he holds out the Ring. Galadriel reaches for it, faintly hearing her own voice. Some part of her can still form words, while the rest focuses on the gold in Frodo's palm.
Power sweeps her up, makes her see what she might become, and yet... The metal is warm to the touch, shining in a way that banishes all else from her thoughts.
Dimly, she is aware that Frodo has drawn away, that she glows a shade most unlike her usual one, but none of it matters now.