BS- :) I'm missing a bit? I thought so... Of course Merry loves him. I make sure of it.Does he? I based it on me... creepy.Yes, well, here it is.
PS. 17 comments between us. And you know what I'm going to say, don't you? Where it be? Ohh this is short this time...
-
Thank you to nice Blathnaid (that right?) for over looking it and making changes that helped :) I hope you like this peoples.
Anyways, I own nothing, improvements (shush) welcome (and if there's a word for a letter you want, tell me please, I'll listen to you :p)
Enjoy.
J is for jealousy
Of course Frodo had been jealous before. He remembers when he was younger, only about 16, and there was a lass who lived at Brandy Hall who he saw when he visited. He thought she was pretty and funny and smart, and smiled at her when he saw her. And when he'd seen her walking one day, holding hands with some lad he'd never seen before, he remembers wishing he were that lad, holding her hand.
He remembers, a few years ago now, at Yule, he'd seen Merry stand under the mistletoe and kiss their younger cousin Pippin. And he remembers the look of love and happiness on Pippin's face. He remembers wishing he had someone who loved him as much as that.
And he remembers, though he doubts he'll ever be able to forget, talking to Sam a few days ago. He'd been trying to ask Sam about the roses under his window, but he'd been distracted by a smudge of dirt on the bridge of Sam's nose. And he'd been moments away from reaching up and rubbing it away when Sam had looked towards the front gate and walked to Rosie, who was standing there and smiling at them, at Sam. They'd talked for a few moments before Sam had rested his hands on the front gate, leant forwards and kissed Rosie. Not the cheek, like normal, but on her lips.
Frodo had bit his lip, closed his eyes to hold back the tears and bowed his head, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks. And feeling the stab of jealousy once again.