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Next in the Frodo/Arwen series. . .
Subject Line: Lord of the Rings, Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel, Table A., 049. Lost
TITLE: Shadows
AUTHOR: Febobe (Frodo Baggins of Bag End - FBoBE - "Febobe")
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings
PAIRING: Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel
GENRE: Friendship -> light het
TABLE:
PROMPT: 049. Lost.
RATING: PG for thematic darkness
WORD COUNT: 226
SUMMARY: It looks as if Arwen and Frodo are lost. . .but are they?
WARNINGS: Rating for mild thematic darkness only. Yes, this is movieverse. I figured the canon purists were already running screaming in circles anyhow. ;) Might as well make their heads really explode. ;D Additionally, this series is likely to be heavy on the food imagery in places - I *am* writing about a hobbit, after all. So please bear with me!
NOTES: Part of the series of Frodo/Arwen ficlets for Lover100. "Ami" and "Ada" are basically "Mummy" and "Daddy" or something like it in Sindarin - the formal "mother" and "father" are "naneth" and "adar," I believe. Some Sindarin experts feel free to correct me if I'm wrong; I'm no great expert in Elvish. ;P
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tolkien's characters; I just like to play with them from time to time. I make no claim of ownership on his creations. Any and all treatments used in this series are purely for fictitious purposes and not to be attempted on humans (having been designed for fictitious hobbits instead). Please consult a qualified health care professional for all your medical needs.
It looks as if we are riding farther and farther into the shadows, and I cannot help shivering against the ever-growing cold. I cannot seem to get warm. But behind me, she is warm and soft and comfortable, and when she settles me against her like a child, I do not protest, though I am no child.
But now I whisper to her like some frightened faunt, looking up to the delicately pointed chin, the fine long nose, the high cheekbones and keen eyes.
"Lady Arwen?"
"What is it, Frodo?"
I can hear the anxiety in her voice, and that worries me: if she is afraid, then there is indeed something terrifying to fear, out there in the shadowy darkness.
"Are we lost?"
"No."
"Then why is it so dark here? Is this the way to Rivendell?"
There is a hesitation in her breathing before she answers, but at last she does, and I can hear no platitude in her voice when she speaks the truth as kindly as she can.
"This is indeed the way. The shadows that you see are the Nine closing in about us. We shall have to ride faster if we are to reach the Ford before them."
And she presses her heels into the horse's sides, urging him on in strange words. . . .
Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!
-the end-
Subject Line: Lord of the Rings, Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel, Table A., 049. Lost
TITLE: Shadows
AUTHOR: Febobe (Frodo Baggins of Bag End - FBoBE - "Febobe")
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings
PAIRING: Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel
GENRE: Friendship -> light het
TABLE:
PROMPT: 049. Lost.
RATING: PG for thematic darkness
WORD COUNT: 226
SUMMARY: It looks as if Arwen and Frodo are lost. . .but are they?
WARNINGS: Rating for mild thematic darkness only. Yes, this is movieverse. I figured the canon purists were already running screaming in circles anyhow. ;) Might as well make their heads really explode. ;D Additionally, this series is likely to be heavy on the food imagery in places - I *am* writing about a hobbit, after all. So please bear with me!
NOTES: Part of the series of Frodo/Arwen ficlets for Lover100. "Ami" and "Ada" are basically "Mummy" and "Daddy" or something like it in Sindarin - the formal "mother" and "father" are "naneth" and "adar," I believe. Some Sindarin experts feel free to correct me if I'm wrong; I'm no great expert in Elvish. ;P
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tolkien's characters; I just like to play with them from time to time. I make no claim of ownership on his creations. Any and all treatments used in this series are purely for fictitious purposes and not to be attempted on humans (having been designed for fictitious hobbits instead). Please consult a qualified health care professional for all your medical needs.
It looks as if we are riding farther and farther into the shadows, and I cannot help shivering against the ever-growing cold. I cannot seem to get warm. But behind me, she is warm and soft and comfortable, and when she settles me against her like a child, I do not protest, though I am no child.
But now I whisper to her like some frightened faunt, looking up to the delicately pointed chin, the fine long nose, the high cheekbones and keen eyes.
"Lady Arwen?"
"What is it, Frodo?"
I can hear the anxiety in her voice, and that worries me: if she is afraid, then there is indeed something terrifying to fear, out there in the shadowy darkness.
"Are we lost?"
"No."
"Then why is it so dark here? Is this the way to Rivendell?"
There is a hesitation in her breathing before she answers, but at last she does, and I can hear no platitude in her voice when she speaks the truth as kindly as she can.
"This is indeed the way. The shadows that you see are the Nine closing in about us. We shall have to ride faster if we are to reach the Ford before them."
And she presses her heels into the horse's sides, urging him on in strange words. . . .
Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!
-the end-
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Date: 2009-05-19 04:00 am (UTC)Maybe I should expand on it.
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