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auntiemeeshTitle: Dawn's Early Light
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Prompt: 'We must away, ere break of day' Bilbo, The Hobbit
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Dawn's Early Light
Getting up before dawn - it had always been a concept he agreed with in theory. Get up bright and early, watch the sun come up while tramping through dew-scented grasses and then find a nice little glade or stream to sit by while having a bit of something to eat and crystal clear water to drink.
The actual practice, now. That was something else again entirely. He would go to bed with the best of intentions, walking stick leaning by the door, some seedcake and cheese already bundled up in the pantry, all ready to go. Somehow, though, betwixt dusk and dawn, things changed, and he would roll out of bed, bright-eyed and ready for the day well after the sun had come up.
Looking back, he would have thought his trek with the dwarves would have changed that if nothing else, but after his triumphant return to the Shire (well, he thought it was triumphant, even if no one else thought it was much of anything but an ill-timed bother), his desire to sleep in of a morning was even stronger. He no longer even planned to be away before the break of day. He stayed up late in the evenings writing about his adventures or translating elvish poetry and then slept as late as he could possibly manage in the mornings.
It was only after young Frodo came to stay that mornings began to appeal to him once again. Somehow, the youthful enthusiasm that Frodo displayed for such things as sunrises and pre-dawn hikes was contagious, and once again Bilbo found himself crawling out of bed, bumping his shins on furniture in the dark and cursing his inability to say no to his energetic cousin. But then they would go outside, into a dawn so quiet, crisp and clean, stars just beginning to fade in the sky, early birds calling out to each other, and he would remember why this was a good idea. Then, ever so softly, he would begin to hum and soon he’d be singing, teaching Frodo the Dwarf song that started his adventure or any of the many other songs he knew or had made up along the way. Apparently, pre-dawn hikes were much more enjoyable when not accompanied by grumpy, gold-hungry dwarves.
By the time Bilbo was ready to leave Bag End and go on another great adventure, he wasn’t too terribly surprised to discover that sleeping in, while great in theory, couldn’t hold a candle to those early morning rambles and he wasn’t at all surprised, some months later, happily ensconced in Rivendell, to learn that those pre-dawn romps with Frodo were what he missed the most.
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Prompt: 'We must away, ere break of day' Bilbo, The Hobbit
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit.
Betaed by:
dreamflower02Dawn's Early Light
Getting up before dawn - it had always been a concept he agreed with in theory. Get up bright and early, watch the sun come up while tramping through dew-scented grasses and then find a nice little glade or stream to sit by while having a bit of something to eat and crystal clear water to drink.
The actual practice, now. That was something else again entirely. He would go to bed with the best of intentions, walking stick leaning by the door, some seedcake and cheese already bundled up in the pantry, all ready to go. Somehow, though, betwixt dusk and dawn, things changed, and he would roll out of bed, bright-eyed and ready for the day well after the sun had come up.
Looking back, he would have thought his trek with the dwarves would have changed that if nothing else, but after his triumphant return to the Shire (well, he thought it was triumphant, even if no one else thought it was much of anything but an ill-timed bother), his desire to sleep in of a morning was even stronger. He no longer even planned to be away before the break of day. He stayed up late in the evenings writing about his adventures or translating elvish poetry and then slept as late as he could possibly manage in the mornings.
It was only after young Frodo came to stay that mornings began to appeal to him once again. Somehow, the youthful enthusiasm that Frodo displayed for such things as sunrises and pre-dawn hikes was contagious, and once again Bilbo found himself crawling out of bed, bumping his shins on furniture in the dark and cursing his inability to say no to his energetic cousin. But then they would go outside, into a dawn so quiet, crisp and clean, stars just beginning to fade in the sky, early birds calling out to each other, and he would remember why this was a good idea. Then, ever so softly, he would begin to hum and soon he’d be singing, teaching Frodo the Dwarf song that started his adventure or any of the many other songs he knew or had made up along the way. Apparently, pre-dawn hikes were much more enjoyable when not accompanied by grumpy, gold-hungry dwarves.
By the time Bilbo was ready to leave Bag End and go on another great adventure, he wasn’t too terribly surprised to discover that sleeping in, while great in theory, couldn’t hold a candle to those early morning rambles and he wasn’t at all surprised, some months later, happily ensconced in Rivendell, to learn that those pre-dawn romps with Frodo were what he missed the most.
