Dana's drabble
Apr. 19th, 2005 08:22 pmContentment
They were settled comfortably onto the sofa, Pippin with his legs stretched across Merry’s and an apple in his hand, and Merry reading a book of herb lore Pippin had gifted him. A fire danced in the hearth, more for cheer than warmth this late in the spring. On a small table next to the sofa rested two half empty teacups and a plate holding a few biscuits. Outside the open window a soft wind was soughing through the hedge and stars shone in the velvety black sky.
“Happy birthday, Pippin,” Merry murmured. Pippin’s only response was a gentle snore.
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Date: 2005-04-20 07:33 am (UTC)Anyhow, yes. Some might read this as Merry and Pippin, but I have my OTP glasses firmly in place, so you know what I see. *grin* Thank you.
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Date: 2005-04-20 06:58 pm (UTC)And I hear we're going to be doing some birthday celebrating at Dragon*con. :D
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Date: 2005-04-20 02:28 pm (UTC)I would love to join them...
:)))
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Date: 2005-04-20 07:00 pm (UTC)