LotR fic: Dawn
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topaztook, who requested LotR, Rivendell, Dawn.
Title: Dawn
Rating: G
Word count: 333
Summary: the morning after the night before
Disclaimer: LotR and all its associated people and places belong to those not me.
Beta:dreamflower02
Dawn
The night had seemed endless, fraught with dread and impatience. Bilbo had thought it would never end. And yet, somehow, as nights always do, it was coming to an end. There was a noisy chorus of birdsong outside the open window and the first faint blush of dawn was creeping across the coverlets under Bilbo's hands. Raising heavy, exhausted eyes, he was almost unable to believe what he saw, thinking it a trick of the light. But no, there was no denying the color slowly seeping back into cheeks that had been more grey than pink these last four days.
A hand on his shoulder startled Bilbo and he looked up into Gandalf's face. At his questioning look, needing reassurance of what he'd seen, Gandalf nodded.
"Yes, he has indeed turned the corner. He needs rest now, but it shouldn't at all surprise me if he's up and about in a day or two."
"I was so afraid that I'd killed him," Bilbo murmured, "Handing that old ring off to him and putting him in so much danger." His fingers strayed, just for a moment, up to the chain around Frodo's neck, before he pulled them back to his lap.
"You are tired, my old friend," Gandalf said softly. "Frodo will sleep for some hours yet. Go, get some sleep yourself. Sam and I will watch over him. Won’t we, Sam?" Gandalf asked, turning his gaze toward the other hobbit in the room, who had been quietly hovering in the background.
“That’s right, Mr. Bilbo,” Sam said, coming forward, “I won’t leave him for nothing.”
"Very well," Bilbo nodded, although he didn't move immediately. It had been a long night and he was not as young as he'd once been. Sitting vigil was exhausting, but he was reluctant to leave. Finally, with a deep sigh, he stirred, gave Frodo's hand one last pat, and pulled himself to his feet. "Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo-lad," he whispered and then turned and left the room.
topaztook, who requested LotR, Rivendell, Dawn.Title: Dawn
Rating: G
Word count: 333
Summary: the morning after the night before
Disclaimer: LotR and all its associated people and places belong to those not me.
Beta:
dreamflower02Dawn
The night had seemed endless, fraught with dread and impatience. Bilbo had thought it would never end. And yet, somehow, as nights always do, it was coming to an end. There was a noisy chorus of birdsong outside the open window and the first faint blush of dawn was creeping across the coverlets under Bilbo's hands. Raising heavy, exhausted eyes, he was almost unable to believe what he saw, thinking it a trick of the light. But no, there was no denying the color slowly seeping back into cheeks that had been more grey than pink these last four days.
A hand on his shoulder startled Bilbo and he looked up into Gandalf's face. At his questioning look, needing reassurance of what he'd seen, Gandalf nodded.
"Yes, he has indeed turned the corner. He needs rest now, but it shouldn't at all surprise me if he's up and about in a day or two."
"I was so afraid that I'd killed him," Bilbo murmured, "Handing that old ring off to him and putting him in so much danger." His fingers strayed, just for a moment, up to the chain around Frodo's neck, before he pulled them back to his lap.
"You are tired, my old friend," Gandalf said softly. "Frodo will sleep for some hours yet. Go, get some sleep yourself. Sam and I will watch over him. Won’t we, Sam?" Gandalf asked, turning his gaze toward the other hobbit in the room, who had been quietly hovering in the background.
“That’s right, Mr. Bilbo,” Sam said, coming forward, “I won’t leave him for nothing.”
"Very well," Bilbo nodded, although he didn't move immediately. It had been a long night and he was not as young as he'd once been. Sitting vigil was exhausting, but he was reluctant to leave. Finally, with a deep sigh, he stirred, gave Frodo's hand one last pat, and pulled himself to his feet. "Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo-lad," he whispered and then turned and left the room.
