I just realized that I forgot to do a disclaimer: I don't own
anything that is owned by anyone else (that covers it dosent it) Emerald is
mine however.
And as a side note – even though I havent goten any bad reviews yet (heck I haven't gotten any reviews yet) I just want to say, I know that this could be labled as a Mary Sue. Its not a blatant MS but I wont deny that it does have some features of such. This is a bit of sentimental sap that Im writing for the sheer fun of it. Its not fine writing I know, nowhere near even on par with my other fic, but Im writing it because I needed something fun and light and easy to write durring a busy and frustrating strech of life. I post this only in the hope that someone else finds my little story entertaining or sweet or whatever. So now back to your regular scedualed sap. :)
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"But I don't want to be the bride Rosie."
An assortment of hobbit children was gathered under the party tree. The whole of adult Hobbiton was in an uproar preparing for the wedding of Tom Cotton and Marigold Gamgee. For the youngsters this meant of course that while their parents were preparing a wedding they were instead playing wedding. Rosie, as sister of the real groom, was the recognized expert on the subject.
"But you have to be the bride Emerald, you're the oldest, it'd be just silly to have Estella or Diamond be the bride."
"Why don't you be the bride," Emerald whined to her friend, "I'm not that much older than you."
"Because I'm the organizer, that's why." Rosie stated authoritatively.
"Oh fine." Emerald groaned after a momentary stare down.
Rosie squealed, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"You better be," Emerald muttered irritably, "let's just get this over with."
"Ok boys get in your places." Rosie shouted to the group of hobbit lads gathered by the tree.
Emerald watched in horror as certain players became clear, "You didn't tell me Frodo was the groom." She hissed.
Rosie looked at her confused, "Yeah, Frodo is the groom, so what?"
"It's just...I don't know...wired."
"Oh I get it, you like him!" Rosie teased in a sing song voice.
"I do not." Emerald forcefully denied, "It's just...wired...ok." She finally sputtered out.
"Uhhu." Rosie nodded incredulously. "Alright, places everyone, Jolly play." As Jolly began the traditional hobbit wedding song on his harmonica Rosie instructed the bridesmaids, "Estella, Diamond, ok now walk down the aisle" after waiting for them to reach the 'alter' she handed Emerald a ratty bouquet of wildflowers "Alright now you go."
As she started her walk Emerald glared at her friend and hissed, "You owe me big for this." To which Rosie only grinned.
Frodo played the perfect gentle-hobbit groom, gently taking her hands as he led her to the makeshift alter where the 'mayor' (who was of course Mayor Whitfoot's grandson Willie) waited.
"My dear hobbits," Willie began, in a perfect impression of his grandfather, "we have gathered here today for the marriage of one Frodo Baggins to Emerald Proudneck. Frodo do you agree to love honor and cherish Emerald, come what may, till death separates you?"
"I do." Frodo answered seriously.
"And do you Emerald agree to love honor and cherish Frodo, come what may, till death separates you?"
"I do." Emerald answered quietly, feeling a strange thrill in saying those words.
"Do we have a ring for the bride?" Willie continued, one had to be impressed with the flawlessness of his memorization of the hobbit wedding ceremony. Sam, as best hobbit, handed Frodo a ring braided out of a daisy, which Frodo then placed on Emerald's little white hand.
Willie finished the ceremony in full on Whitfoot pomp "I now declare you hobbit and wife, you may kiss the bride."
Emerald looked up in panic at the catcalls and whistles following those words but Frodo simply laid a feathery kiss on her burning cheek and smiled at her gently. Amidst the cheers and applause of their friends, Emerald smiled back.
And as a side note – even though I havent goten any bad reviews yet (heck I haven't gotten any reviews yet) I just want to say, I know that this could be labled as a Mary Sue. Its not a blatant MS but I wont deny that it does have some features of such. This is a bit of sentimental sap that Im writing for the sheer fun of it. Its not fine writing I know, nowhere near even on par with my other fic, but Im writing it because I needed something fun and light and easy to write durring a busy and frustrating strech of life. I post this only in the hope that someone else finds my little story entertaining or sweet or whatever. So now back to your regular scedualed sap. :)
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"But I don't want to be the bride Rosie."
An assortment of hobbit children was gathered under the party tree. The whole of adult Hobbiton was in an uproar preparing for the wedding of Tom Cotton and Marigold Gamgee. For the youngsters this meant of course that while their parents were preparing a wedding they were instead playing wedding. Rosie, as sister of the real groom, was the recognized expert on the subject.
"But you have to be the bride Emerald, you're the oldest, it'd be just silly to have Estella or Diamond be the bride."
"Why don't you be the bride," Emerald whined to her friend, "I'm not that much older than you."
"Because I'm the organizer, that's why." Rosie stated authoritatively.
"Oh fine." Emerald groaned after a momentary stare down.
Rosie squealed, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"You better be," Emerald muttered irritably, "let's just get this over with."
"Ok boys get in your places." Rosie shouted to the group of hobbit lads gathered by the tree.
Emerald watched in horror as certain players became clear, "You didn't tell me Frodo was the groom." She hissed.
Rosie looked at her confused, "Yeah, Frodo is the groom, so what?"
"It's just...I don't know...wired."
"Oh I get it, you like him!" Rosie teased in a sing song voice.
"I do not." Emerald forcefully denied, "It's just...wired...ok." She finally sputtered out.
"Uhhu." Rosie nodded incredulously. "Alright, places everyone, Jolly play." As Jolly began the traditional hobbit wedding song on his harmonica Rosie instructed the bridesmaids, "Estella, Diamond, ok now walk down the aisle" after waiting for them to reach the 'alter' she handed Emerald a ratty bouquet of wildflowers "Alright now you go."
As she started her walk Emerald glared at her friend and hissed, "You owe me big for this." To which Rosie only grinned.
Frodo played the perfect gentle-hobbit groom, gently taking her hands as he led her to the makeshift alter where the 'mayor' (who was of course Mayor Whitfoot's grandson Willie) waited.
"My dear hobbits," Willie began, in a perfect impression of his grandfather, "we have gathered here today for the marriage of one Frodo Baggins to Emerald Proudneck. Frodo do you agree to love honor and cherish Emerald, come what may, till death separates you?"
"I do." Frodo answered seriously.
"And do you Emerald agree to love honor and cherish Frodo, come what may, till death separates you?"
"I do." Emerald answered quietly, feeling a strange thrill in saying those words.
"Do we have a ring for the bride?" Willie continued, one had to be impressed with the flawlessness of his memorization of the hobbit wedding ceremony. Sam, as best hobbit, handed Frodo a ring braided out of a daisy, which Frodo then placed on Emerald's little white hand.
Willie finished the ceremony in full on Whitfoot pomp "I now declare you hobbit and wife, you may kiss the bride."
Emerald looked up in panic at the catcalls and whistles following those words but Frodo simply laid a feathery kiss on her burning cheek and smiled at her gently. Amidst the cheers and applause of their friends, Emerald smiled back.