I am writin' up a storm ya'll. Here I go with #6! Wow! I really don't know
if anyone has reviewed to the new one's yet or not, but those of you who do
and/or have. Thanks. This one's for you and all my other reviewers!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own LOTR or any songs used in this fic. Sorry, but it's the sad truth.
HERE'S THE NEXT FRIGGIN CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 6: Life Through Death.
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Darla woke up right before the sun was to rise above the horizon. She quickly pulled on clothes in the darkness. She had a plan and wasn't going to take that swimming lesson as she had planned earlier. She stood at her bureau in the dim light and placed Merry's hat on her head.
She quietly slipped past the front room where her parents lay wrapped in each other's arms. She smiled. Her mother was content with the fact that her time on this world was soon coming to a close. She was still trying to deal with it, but she would soon have to accept it.
She went out the door and started walking down the road. A light pinkish haze was beginning to show in the eastern horizon. She took a deep breath in the cool morning air. She would have to tell Merry about her mother, but not yet and not here.
She was just coming by Bag End. She couldn't help but wonder what Frodo was doing at the moment. She looked at it and wondered why she even bothered loving Frodo. He was someone who would not likely travel off again. He didn't seem to be as wandering as Darla was finding her spirit to be. What was it that had attracted her to him? It must have been those eyes. Yes those eyes that bore into her soul. She shivered at the thought and smiled.
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Merry was standing by the edge of the lake. He had been there all night. He didn't bother even going home. He just spent the night in his cart. He didn't mind. His sleep was filled with visions of Darla. He was hoping he could keep himself from jumping up and singing. He was filled with so much joy. It was hard to contain him self.
He sat down next to the water and sighed. He had never felt this alive. There was only one other time he could think he felt as happy. That was when Sauron was defeated and Mordor came crashing down in a blazing glory. But this, this was even more exciting. A pink haze had started to show in the east. She should be here soon. He had to keep himself from watching the road expectantly. He threw a rock into the water. It rippled and splashed loudly in the early morning.
He began humming. He didn't know what he was humming but he just did it. It sounded familiar, but strangely out of place. He just went on humming as the sun went on rising.
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Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade, all shall fade. -Pippin's Song- ROTK
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Darla came over the crest of the hill and looked down at the lake. There sitting on the edge of the water was Merry. He was sitting there staring off into space. He looked like a cute little kid waiting for his best friend to come out and play. Darla whistled loudly getting his attention. He looked around and then saw her. His face lit up and he got up and ran over to her.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd overslept," he smiled.
"What do you take me for, a promise breaker, but there's something I have to tell you, actually I think it would be best if we were to not have a swimming lesson," she said seriously.
"First," he interrupted, " I have something I must get back from you." He nodded at the hat on her head.
"Oh! I was wondering if you'd missed it?" Darla responded taking the hat off her head and presenting it to Merry.
"Well, since it looks so smashing on you, I guess you can keep it," replied pushing the hat towards her, "I have a ton of them back home anyways."
"Thank you, Merry," she beamed, "But I really think you should come home with me! There is so much I have to tell you, and here is not the place for it."
"Alright," he answered, "I'll just leave the cart here, there's nothing important in it, and no one would take Biscuit, he's worthless." They began walking off down the road back to the Duklemyer's house.
"Merry," Darla began.
"Yes, Darla?" he answered looking at the girl next to him.
"I want you to meet my mother, and I want you to explain to her our journey," she explained, "I know that now father will not care if I leave or not, but I want you to explain everything to her. Just so she won't worry about me."
"Well, alright," he answered, "What has changed so greatly about your father?"
"I think," she paused not knowing the right words to say, "I think that he is ready to let go, of his little girl."
"A lot has changed since yesterday, Darla. You were just talking about how much he hated you and now, you're his little girl." She looked up at him and put her arm on his shoulder.
"You were right yesterday, Merry," she smiled up at him tears brimming in her eyes, "He does love me. It just took a terrible thing for me to see it. But, it's not too late for me to make it up to him."
"Darla, what's happened? I can tell something awful has happened, but I can't imagine what," he said looking at the arm on his shoulder.
"I promise all will be clear when we get to my house, just be patient."
"My mother always said I had no patience at all," Merry joked. Darla smiled up at him. That's what she loved about him; he could cheer her up no matter what the situation was. She pulled his hat down farther onto her forehead.
"I hope it isn't contagious, or else I may already have been affected," she laughed.
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Merry was feeling very nervous about coming to Darla's house. He knew he shouldn't, he had been there once before, but for some reason or another he felt that something terrible had happened. He didn't know what to expect, but he was ready for anything. Well, almost anything.
Merry looked down at Darla as they were passing Bag End. Her hands were now in the pockets of her dress and she was staring strangely at the house across from them. It was odd the way she looked at it. It was almost a longing look, as if there was something in there that she wanted. Immediately Merry thought of the Ring, but no that had been destroyed. There was something in there that she wanted. He shivered. Or maybe someone she wanted.
"Merry?" Darla asked.
"Hmm?"
"Why did you shiver just now?"
"I guess it was just someone walking over my grave," he half smiled and looked down at his feet.
"Something's wrong, I can tell, you were only joking half-heartedly. That's not the Merry I've come to know and love," she teased. He looked at her, his face completely serious. Her smiled dropped and she stopped walking. Merry turned to face her.
"Darla, be completely honest with me," he said looking into her violet eyes and searching for a lie.
"Of course Merry!"
"No joking or fooling, I'm absolutely serious!"
"Merry!" she put her hands on his shoulders and shook him once, "Trust me, I would never lie to you. Especially when you seem so serious."
"Do-" he could hardly bear to ask, "Do you, love someone? A man perhaps? Maybe someone we know?" he bit his lip and prayed for a no or his own name.
"Merry! I'm shocked to hear you ask me this!"
"A simple yes or no will do me. Just please be honest."
"Yes, then, but I will not be going and telling you who. That's my business and mine alone," she said starting to walk again. Merry jogged forward to catch up.
"But it isn't a strong and burning lust type love is it?" he asked.
"Why are you so interested in my love life?" she asked giving him an awkward glance.
"I just want to know, that's all." She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye.
"I wouldn't say strong and burning as much as I would say hesitant and quizzical. Maybe even fanciful and hopeful. Don't worry, my little Merr- Bear. I won't be off getting married and spoiling our friendship just yet."
"Well that's good," Merry joked smiling, but inside he wasn't smiling at all. She had said the most terrible for a lover to ever hear, FRIENDSHIP. That's not what he thought they had. Couldn't she see that he was madly in love with her? Didn't she kiss him yesterday? What was this madness? Why were women so complicated?
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They arrived at the door to the house a short while later. Darla let them in and saw that her parents were still asleep. She closed the door to the front room before Merry could peak inside.
"They're still asleep, I'll make some tea, I suppose I should try to explain a bit before you talk with mom," she said walking into the kitchen. Merry followed obediently and sat down at the table. Darla lit the hearth and soon had a fire going. She put the kettle on before starting her story.
"My mother, has a strange illness, in which she is bedridden most days and has wasted away to nothing. She has lost all her hair and even the sparkle that she once had long ago, when I was just a child. I know I should have expected this day to come, but not now. And definitely not after the most fantastic day of my life. But it has come and it has hit me hard." She paused and looked at Merry he was on the edge of his seat and clinging to her every word, "My mother, has come into her final days on this earth." She felt her eyes grow moist but the tears did not flow, "The doctor came by yesterday and told father that she has not much more than a month left."
"And you won't be going on that adventure with me, will you?" Merry added his face falling.
"No, Merry, it's quiet the opposite. Do you remember yesterday, when I told you that my mother has always wanted me to leave and have my own life?" Merry nodded his eyes filled with concern, "It is her wish that I go on this journey, and that I leave this place and have my adventure. She wants me to find the real Darla Duklemyer, like I should have long ago. My mother, is asking me to begin my life, while she is ending hers."
"It is only by death that there can be true life," Merry murmured.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"My mother said that to me right before she died. It's the last thing she ever said to me. Only now does it make much sense," he answered getting up and walking over to Darla.
"Merry, you're mother must have been a wonderful woman. She raised a fine boy like you, and she was obviously full of knowledge."
"My mother would be proud that I had found such a wonderful lass as you, Darla," Merry whispered. There was a commotion from the front room. Darla turned her head toward the door of the kitchen as Merry leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
"Merry!" she whispered.
"I'm sorry, I-I- couldn't help myself. Forgive me," he whispered back.
"Of course, but it sounds like my parents are up. Come, I'll introduce you to mother." She pulled him out of the kitchen and into the front room.
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Merry walked into the front room to see Mr. Duklemyer, whom he had already met still asleep in the large overstuffed chair. There was a tiny bald creature standing shakily in the middle of the room looking at him. She had deep violet eyes, just like Darla.
"You must be Merry!" she beamed, for someone so frail she seemed so strong.
"Mother, please sit and rest, you really shouldn't be up," said Darla rushing to her mother's side and helping her to a vacant chair. She then left the two to talk.
"Come, boy. I must talk to you about this 'adventure' you are to take my daughter on. I'm ever so excited to hear about it."
"Well," he began knelling by her chair, "Sam, Frodo, Pippin and I are going to the Gray Harbor to see Bilbo off in about 3 weeks. I have asked your daughter to come after meeting her just the day before yesterday. You see, she hasn't been out into the world ever before. I can feel in her heart she wishes to be far away from here. She wishes to fly far and see all of Middle Earth. I want to show her that. I want to make her happy, and fulfill all her wishes. I- I love her."
"She loves you too. She may not know it, and you may not either, but she does. I'm her mother I'm supposed to know these things. Promise me, young master Meriadoc. Promise this old dying woman that you will take care of her only daughter and fulfill her dreams," Fawn smiled off into nowhere, "I once dreamed of leaving the Shire and having grand adventures. But as you can see, I never fulfilled that dream. My daughter has wasted enough of her life here in this old house."
"Mrs. Duklemyer-"
"Fawn please darling,"
"Fawn, how can I ever repay you? You're blessing brings hope back into my heart. You see, on the way here Darla mentioned her loving another. I don't know what to do about it," Merry confided.
"Here's what you do. You go on loving her as if she loved no other. Even if she turns out to love someone very close to you, love her as if she will love you in return. Sooner or later it will sink into her head. She has a bit of her father in her, and I remember having to chase him for many a month to get him to even notice me. Never give up my lad, never give up."
"Fawn, how can you stand it? You are sending your daughter away as you are slowly dying. You have become so selfless. I lost my own mother just a year ago and the last thing she said to me was-"
"It is only by death that there can be true life. Merry she was right. It is only that by your mother's passing that you could get out enough to be there that day that you met my daughter. And it is only by my passing that my daughter will be able to have the life that she's always wanted. I am only sad that I will never get to hold my grandchildren." Merry felt his heart grow heavy at the thought of his passed mother. His eyes became moist as he looked up at the frail woman next to him.
"I promise on my life or death that I shall make your daughter the happiest lass in the world. I just hope that it's enough to make her love me," he pledged standing up.
"Never discourage, my lad, never discourage. Now, go get my daughter so she can help me to my bed. I grow weary and must rest in my own bed." Merry went to get Darla who was busy fixing breakfast. He took over as she went off to help her mother.
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"There you go, mother," Darla said helping her mother lie down in her bed.
"Darla, don't let your love for Frodo blind you from seeing the love of others who could change your life," she wheezed breathing just a bit more heavily than before.
"Of course mother, I think I shall sit here with you for a moment. Merry can finish breakfast on his own."
"That, would be nice, Darla-Darlin'" she whispered. Her breath was growing short.
"I love you mom," she smiled over at the frail woman next to her.
"I love you, sweetie. It's strange. I've never noticed how dark it is in here until now. Will you open a curtain? I wan tot see the world as I drift off to sleep."
"Yes mom," she replied opening the curtains and displaying a grand view of the sunrise.
"Isn't that a sight," Fawn beamed closing her eyes in rapture, "It's been so long since I have seen the sun."
"We should keep the curtains open from now on, if you like," Darla offered.
"That would be nice, dear." Fawn closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"It seems to me that life can only begin after an ending, and that my journey has only begun."
"Mother what do you mean?" asked Darla.
"Tell your father I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye, he knows I hate to wake him."
"Mother!" Darla said frantically.
"I love you, and tell Merry that he has my blessing."
"Mother, you can't go! Not now!" she sobbed.
"Tenna' ento lye omentuva e gurth," she whispered.
"What?" she shrieked. Merry ran into the room after hearing all the commotion.
"Until we meet in death, I love you Darla-darlin'" Fawn smiled and closed her eyes. She drew one last ragged breath and then it slowly came out. And so was the passing of Fawn Duklemyer.
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Okay I am practically crying ya'll. Hope you like, please review. -DB:D
Disclaimer: No, I don't own LOTR or any songs used in this fic. Sorry, but it's the sad truth.
HERE'S THE NEXT FRIGGIN CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 6: Life Through Death.
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Darla woke up right before the sun was to rise above the horizon. She quickly pulled on clothes in the darkness. She had a plan and wasn't going to take that swimming lesson as she had planned earlier. She stood at her bureau in the dim light and placed Merry's hat on her head.
She quietly slipped past the front room where her parents lay wrapped in each other's arms. She smiled. Her mother was content with the fact that her time on this world was soon coming to a close. She was still trying to deal with it, but she would soon have to accept it.
She went out the door and started walking down the road. A light pinkish haze was beginning to show in the eastern horizon. She took a deep breath in the cool morning air. She would have to tell Merry about her mother, but not yet and not here.
She was just coming by Bag End. She couldn't help but wonder what Frodo was doing at the moment. She looked at it and wondered why she even bothered loving Frodo. He was someone who would not likely travel off again. He didn't seem to be as wandering as Darla was finding her spirit to be. What was it that had attracted her to him? It must have been those eyes. Yes those eyes that bore into her soul. She shivered at the thought and smiled.
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Merry was standing by the edge of the lake. He had been there all night. He didn't bother even going home. He just spent the night in his cart. He didn't mind. His sleep was filled with visions of Darla. He was hoping he could keep himself from jumping up and singing. He was filled with so much joy. It was hard to contain him self.
He sat down next to the water and sighed. He had never felt this alive. There was only one other time he could think he felt as happy. That was when Sauron was defeated and Mordor came crashing down in a blazing glory. But this, this was even more exciting. A pink haze had started to show in the east. She should be here soon. He had to keep himself from watching the road expectantly. He threw a rock into the water. It rippled and splashed loudly in the early morning.
He began humming. He didn't know what he was humming but he just did it. It sounded familiar, but strangely out of place. He just went on humming as the sun went on rising.
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Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade, all shall fade. -Pippin's Song- ROTK
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Darla came over the crest of the hill and looked down at the lake. There sitting on the edge of the water was Merry. He was sitting there staring off into space. He looked like a cute little kid waiting for his best friend to come out and play. Darla whistled loudly getting his attention. He looked around and then saw her. His face lit up and he got up and ran over to her.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd overslept," he smiled.
"What do you take me for, a promise breaker, but there's something I have to tell you, actually I think it would be best if we were to not have a swimming lesson," she said seriously.
"First," he interrupted, " I have something I must get back from you." He nodded at the hat on her head.
"Oh! I was wondering if you'd missed it?" Darla responded taking the hat off her head and presenting it to Merry.
"Well, since it looks so smashing on you, I guess you can keep it," replied pushing the hat towards her, "I have a ton of them back home anyways."
"Thank you, Merry," she beamed, "But I really think you should come home with me! There is so much I have to tell you, and here is not the place for it."
"Alright," he answered, "I'll just leave the cart here, there's nothing important in it, and no one would take Biscuit, he's worthless." They began walking off down the road back to the Duklemyer's house.
"Merry," Darla began.
"Yes, Darla?" he answered looking at the girl next to him.
"I want you to meet my mother, and I want you to explain to her our journey," she explained, "I know that now father will not care if I leave or not, but I want you to explain everything to her. Just so she won't worry about me."
"Well, alright," he answered, "What has changed so greatly about your father?"
"I think," she paused not knowing the right words to say, "I think that he is ready to let go, of his little girl."
"A lot has changed since yesterday, Darla. You were just talking about how much he hated you and now, you're his little girl." She looked up at him and put her arm on his shoulder.
"You were right yesterday, Merry," she smiled up at him tears brimming in her eyes, "He does love me. It just took a terrible thing for me to see it. But, it's not too late for me to make it up to him."
"Darla, what's happened? I can tell something awful has happened, but I can't imagine what," he said looking at the arm on his shoulder.
"I promise all will be clear when we get to my house, just be patient."
"My mother always said I had no patience at all," Merry joked. Darla smiled up at him. That's what she loved about him; he could cheer her up no matter what the situation was. She pulled his hat down farther onto her forehead.
"I hope it isn't contagious, or else I may already have been affected," she laughed.
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Merry was feeling very nervous about coming to Darla's house. He knew he shouldn't, he had been there once before, but for some reason or another he felt that something terrible had happened. He didn't know what to expect, but he was ready for anything. Well, almost anything.
Merry looked down at Darla as they were passing Bag End. Her hands were now in the pockets of her dress and she was staring strangely at the house across from them. It was odd the way she looked at it. It was almost a longing look, as if there was something in there that she wanted. Immediately Merry thought of the Ring, but no that had been destroyed. There was something in there that she wanted. He shivered. Or maybe someone she wanted.
"Merry?" Darla asked.
"Hmm?"
"Why did you shiver just now?"
"I guess it was just someone walking over my grave," he half smiled and looked down at his feet.
"Something's wrong, I can tell, you were only joking half-heartedly. That's not the Merry I've come to know and love," she teased. He looked at her, his face completely serious. Her smiled dropped and she stopped walking. Merry turned to face her.
"Darla, be completely honest with me," he said looking into her violet eyes and searching for a lie.
"Of course Merry!"
"No joking or fooling, I'm absolutely serious!"
"Merry!" she put her hands on his shoulders and shook him once, "Trust me, I would never lie to you. Especially when you seem so serious."
"Do-" he could hardly bear to ask, "Do you, love someone? A man perhaps? Maybe someone we know?" he bit his lip and prayed for a no or his own name.
"Merry! I'm shocked to hear you ask me this!"
"A simple yes or no will do me. Just please be honest."
"Yes, then, but I will not be going and telling you who. That's my business and mine alone," she said starting to walk again. Merry jogged forward to catch up.
"But it isn't a strong and burning lust type love is it?" he asked.
"Why are you so interested in my love life?" she asked giving him an awkward glance.
"I just want to know, that's all." She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye.
"I wouldn't say strong and burning as much as I would say hesitant and quizzical. Maybe even fanciful and hopeful. Don't worry, my little Merr- Bear. I won't be off getting married and spoiling our friendship just yet."
"Well that's good," Merry joked smiling, but inside he wasn't smiling at all. She had said the most terrible for a lover to ever hear, FRIENDSHIP. That's not what he thought they had. Couldn't she see that he was madly in love with her? Didn't she kiss him yesterday? What was this madness? Why were women so complicated?
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They arrived at the door to the house a short while later. Darla let them in and saw that her parents were still asleep. She closed the door to the front room before Merry could peak inside.
"They're still asleep, I'll make some tea, I suppose I should try to explain a bit before you talk with mom," she said walking into the kitchen. Merry followed obediently and sat down at the table. Darla lit the hearth and soon had a fire going. She put the kettle on before starting her story.
"My mother, has a strange illness, in which she is bedridden most days and has wasted away to nothing. She has lost all her hair and even the sparkle that she once had long ago, when I was just a child. I know I should have expected this day to come, but not now. And definitely not after the most fantastic day of my life. But it has come and it has hit me hard." She paused and looked at Merry he was on the edge of his seat and clinging to her every word, "My mother, has come into her final days on this earth." She felt her eyes grow moist but the tears did not flow, "The doctor came by yesterday and told father that she has not much more than a month left."
"And you won't be going on that adventure with me, will you?" Merry added his face falling.
"No, Merry, it's quiet the opposite. Do you remember yesterday, when I told you that my mother has always wanted me to leave and have my own life?" Merry nodded his eyes filled with concern, "It is her wish that I go on this journey, and that I leave this place and have my adventure. She wants me to find the real Darla Duklemyer, like I should have long ago. My mother, is asking me to begin my life, while she is ending hers."
"It is only by death that there can be true life," Merry murmured.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"My mother said that to me right before she died. It's the last thing she ever said to me. Only now does it make much sense," he answered getting up and walking over to Darla.
"Merry, you're mother must have been a wonderful woman. She raised a fine boy like you, and she was obviously full of knowledge."
"My mother would be proud that I had found such a wonderful lass as you, Darla," Merry whispered. There was a commotion from the front room. Darla turned her head toward the door of the kitchen as Merry leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
"Merry!" she whispered.
"I'm sorry, I-I- couldn't help myself. Forgive me," he whispered back.
"Of course, but it sounds like my parents are up. Come, I'll introduce you to mother." She pulled him out of the kitchen and into the front room.
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Merry walked into the front room to see Mr. Duklemyer, whom he had already met still asleep in the large overstuffed chair. There was a tiny bald creature standing shakily in the middle of the room looking at him. She had deep violet eyes, just like Darla.
"You must be Merry!" she beamed, for someone so frail she seemed so strong.
"Mother, please sit and rest, you really shouldn't be up," said Darla rushing to her mother's side and helping her to a vacant chair. She then left the two to talk.
"Come, boy. I must talk to you about this 'adventure' you are to take my daughter on. I'm ever so excited to hear about it."
"Well," he began knelling by her chair, "Sam, Frodo, Pippin and I are going to the Gray Harbor to see Bilbo off in about 3 weeks. I have asked your daughter to come after meeting her just the day before yesterday. You see, she hasn't been out into the world ever before. I can feel in her heart she wishes to be far away from here. She wishes to fly far and see all of Middle Earth. I want to show her that. I want to make her happy, and fulfill all her wishes. I- I love her."
"She loves you too. She may not know it, and you may not either, but she does. I'm her mother I'm supposed to know these things. Promise me, young master Meriadoc. Promise this old dying woman that you will take care of her only daughter and fulfill her dreams," Fawn smiled off into nowhere, "I once dreamed of leaving the Shire and having grand adventures. But as you can see, I never fulfilled that dream. My daughter has wasted enough of her life here in this old house."
"Mrs. Duklemyer-"
"Fawn please darling,"
"Fawn, how can I ever repay you? You're blessing brings hope back into my heart. You see, on the way here Darla mentioned her loving another. I don't know what to do about it," Merry confided.
"Here's what you do. You go on loving her as if she loved no other. Even if she turns out to love someone very close to you, love her as if she will love you in return. Sooner or later it will sink into her head. She has a bit of her father in her, and I remember having to chase him for many a month to get him to even notice me. Never give up my lad, never give up."
"Fawn, how can you stand it? You are sending your daughter away as you are slowly dying. You have become so selfless. I lost my own mother just a year ago and the last thing she said to me was-"
"It is only by death that there can be true life. Merry she was right. It is only that by your mother's passing that you could get out enough to be there that day that you met my daughter. And it is only by my passing that my daughter will be able to have the life that she's always wanted. I am only sad that I will never get to hold my grandchildren." Merry felt his heart grow heavy at the thought of his passed mother. His eyes became moist as he looked up at the frail woman next to him.
"I promise on my life or death that I shall make your daughter the happiest lass in the world. I just hope that it's enough to make her love me," he pledged standing up.
"Never discourage, my lad, never discourage. Now, go get my daughter so she can help me to my bed. I grow weary and must rest in my own bed." Merry went to get Darla who was busy fixing breakfast. He took over as she went off to help her mother.
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"There you go, mother," Darla said helping her mother lie down in her bed.
"Darla, don't let your love for Frodo blind you from seeing the love of others who could change your life," she wheezed breathing just a bit more heavily than before.
"Of course mother, I think I shall sit here with you for a moment. Merry can finish breakfast on his own."
"That, would be nice, Darla-Darlin'" she whispered. Her breath was growing short.
"I love you mom," she smiled over at the frail woman next to her.
"I love you, sweetie. It's strange. I've never noticed how dark it is in here until now. Will you open a curtain? I wan tot see the world as I drift off to sleep."
"Yes mom," she replied opening the curtains and displaying a grand view of the sunrise.
"Isn't that a sight," Fawn beamed closing her eyes in rapture, "It's been so long since I have seen the sun."
"We should keep the curtains open from now on, if you like," Darla offered.
"That would be nice, dear." Fawn closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"It seems to me that life can only begin after an ending, and that my journey has only begun."
"Mother what do you mean?" asked Darla.
"Tell your father I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye, he knows I hate to wake him."
"Mother!" Darla said frantically.
"I love you, and tell Merry that he has my blessing."
"Mother, you can't go! Not now!" she sobbed.
"Tenna' ento lye omentuva e gurth," she whispered.
"What?" she shrieked. Merry ran into the room after hearing all the commotion.
"Until we meet in death, I love you Darla-darlin'" Fawn smiled and closed her eyes. She drew one last ragged breath and then it slowly came out. And so was the passing of Fawn Duklemyer.
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Okay I am practically crying ya'll. Hope you like, please review. -DB:D