Authors Notes: This is in an Unknown POV, and the two hobbits are Merry and
Pippin. :D Alright? I don't know what I was aiming at, but I was listening
to one of those sappy love songs as I wrote this.. oh well.
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The day was warm, even against the will of the wind that disturbed blade of grass, and leaf of tree alike. This chilly element brushed past shrubbery, past delicate flower, and stone cold rock. Breezing past ancient tree of pine, the wind continued its' journey through a dense shadowy forest, where few beans of light could be found. Zigzagging around trees and plants, it came upon an old dusty path, shrubbery overgrown onto it on either side. Dust tendrils flew up and formed as the wind took them up in flight, creating a minor dust storm on the pathway.
Along this path, two creatures walked, looking to be about the height of maybe four feet. Both wore brown homespun cloaks, with their hoods pulled up to shadow their faces. It might have looked odd, seeing the pair, most likely children they were; out in a rickety, barren forest. Nothing looked like it would interest them here. But obviously something caused these seeming young ones to be here. Something had to. At a closer observation of the two, it was clearly obvious that they were holding hands. Some odd peace seemed to be over both of them, holding them in silence. It was a mature silence, so maybe these weren't children after all. Hobbits, perhaps.
Yes, one of the hoods slipped back, revealing the face of a mature looking young hobbit. From beneath the homespun cloak he wore, it seemed that he wore a yellow vest, and a white shirt under that. They continued walking, and eventually, the other hobbit pulled off his own hood, briefly unclasping his hand from the yellow-vested one's hand. A younger face this was, yet still mature. Both looked like they were related in some manner, but wasn't that the same with most hobbits? The older hobbit took the younger ones hand, and they kept their pace. I wonder where they are going.
A clearing comes in sight; I can see it clearly. Old trees were surrounding it, ancient elm, mighty oak, and slender rowan. I could see that is where they were heading now, or at least seeming to be. Their feet made no sound on the dusty ground, and the wind did not seem to bother the cloaked miniature creatures. No, they seemed to be enjoying it, rather enjoying the wind, like it was a refreshing breeze cooling their faces rather then the biting wind it was. I wonder why these two are here, of all places. I mean, shouldn't they be back in their little hobbit type homes, grooming their little furry feet? I suppose these two didn't think of that.
The older one stopped when they were in the clearing, and turned to the smaller. I could see them smiling, though it was more serious smiles then a child would give. I could really not estimate at their age, I find that quite hard to do with hobbits. As I watched, fascinated, they embraced, and shared a slight kiss, which only lasted a few moments. Then they pull away, and I could swear that should smiles were forced. Forced as they were, I could almost feel sadness radiating from them, as they just stood there in silence. The younger one had a tear running down his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice. He was just looking at the other hobbit, as if he would give anything to be closer to him. But, instead, they stretched out their hands, and gave a handshake, which I'm sure they would have liked to do more.
Instead, with some words that were too quiet to hear. Then they turned away from each other, and walked their separate ways. I could still feel the sadness in the now empty clearing, the sadness of two people who were saddened by their separating, though sometimes, just sometimes, things had to be done. I knew it was hard to say goodbye. I just sat there for a long while, watching the clearing where the two hobbits had stood, and had shared their last embrace. Yes, I knew it was hard to say goodbye.
I was to go back to my own lover soon, and I wonder what I'll be thinking when I receive my embrace from him. Will my thoughts be on these two, who had to be separated because of different duties in foreign countries? Or would be thinking of the many other young couples I had seen, heartbroken and weeping? For I had seen so many, and I'm sure if I find one more, I shall surely die of grief, a terrible maelstrom of all the sadness I had witnessed. I shall go home now, but I will remember these two. I had seen something special in their companionable silence, they way they had held hands on their walk to goodbye.
Yes, I knew it was so hard to say goodbye.
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The day was warm, even against the will of the wind that disturbed blade of grass, and leaf of tree alike. This chilly element brushed past shrubbery, past delicate flower, and stone cold rock. Breezing past ancient tree of pine, the wind continued its' journey through a dense shadowy forest, where few beans of light could be found. Zigzagging around trees and plants, it came upon an old dusty path, shrubbery overgrown onto it on either side. Dust tendrils flew up and formed as the wind took them up in flight, creating a minor dust storm on the pathway.
Along this path, two creatures walked, looking to be about the height of maybe four feet. Both wore brown homespun cloaks, with their hoods pulled up to shadow their faces. It might have looked odd, seeing the pair, most likely children they were; out in a rickety, barren forest. Nothing looked like it would interest them here. But obviously something caused these seeming young ones to be here. Something had to. At a closer observation of the two, it was clearly obvious that they were holding hands. Some odd peace seemed to be over both of them, holding them in silence. It was a mature silence, so maybe these weren't children after all. Hobbits, perhaps.
Yes, one of the hoods slipped back, revealing the face of a mature looking young hobbit. From beneath the homespun cloak he wore, it seemed that he wore a yellow vest, and a white shirt under that. They continued walking, and eventually, the other hobbit pulled off his own hood, briefly unclasping his hand from the yellow-vested one's hand. A younger face this was, yet still mature. Both looked like they were related in some manner, but wasn't that the same with most hobbits? The older hobbit took the younger ones hand, and they kept their pace. I wonder where they are going.
A clearing comes in sight; I can see it clearly. Old trees were surrounding it, ancient elm, mighty oak, and slender rowan. I could see that is where they were heading now, or at least seeming to be. Their feet made no sound on the dusty ground, and the wind did not seem to bother the cloaked miniature creatures. No, they seemed to be enjoying it, rather enjoying the wind, like it was a refreshing breeze cooling their faces rather then the biting wind it was. I wonder why these two are here, of all places. I mean, shouldn't they be back in their little hobbit type homes, grooming their little furry feet? I suppose these two didn't think of that.
The older one stopped when they were in the clearing, and turned to the smaller. I could see them smiling, though it was more serious smiles then a child would give. I could really not estimate at their age, I find that quite hard to do with hobbits. As I watched, fascinated, they embraced, and shared a slight kiss, which only lasted a few moments. Then they pull away, and I could swear that should smiles were forced. Forced as they were, I could almost feel sadness radiating from them, as they just stood there in silence. The younger one had a tear running down his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice. He was just looking at the other hobbit, as if he would give anything to be closer to him. But, instead, they stretched out their hands, and gave a handshake, which I'm sure they would have liked to do more.
Instead, with some words that were too quiet to hear. Then they turned away from each other, and walked their separate ways. I could still feel the sadness in the now empty clearing, the sadness of two people who were saddened by their separating, though sometimes, just sometimes, things had to be done. I knew it was hard to say goodbye. I just sat there for a long while, watching the clearing where the two hobbits had stood, and had shared their last embrace. Yes, I knew it was hard to say goodbye.
I was to go back to my own lover soon, and I wonder what I'll be thinking when I receive my embrace from him. Will my thoughts be on these two, who had to be separated because of different duties in foreign countries? Or would be thinking of the many other young couples I had seen, heartbroken and weeping? For I had seen so many, and I'm sure if I find one more, I shall surely die of grief, a terrible maelstrom of all the sadness I had witnessed. I shall go home now, but I will remember these two. I had seen something special in their companionable silence, they way they had held hands on their walk to goodbye.
Yes, I knew it was so hard to say goodbye.