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ataraxionlogs2014-06-16 02:13 am
wheeloffire) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-06-16 02:13 am
Entry tags:
of loved ones lost
CHARACTERS: frodo baggins & you!
LOCATION: o2 gardens of course
WARNINGS: nah
SUMMARY: frodo's dreams make him homesick...
NOTES: n/a
Frodo didn't know what to feel of this.
Sleep was finally, finally starting to return; the very moment he felt fatigued, he fell asleep for what seemed like ages. It was a good, hard sleep that he had been in need of. Losing Merry, and the Ring and Sauron and being so far away from home was more taxing on him by the day. Frodo just wanted to return home, to be with his kin in the Shire and read a book on the hills. That's all he wanted, and no matter what, he was never in sight of it.
There was something that was slowly starting to come back to him, though...
As his sleep returned, Frodo would have the oddest of dreams. He would see Samwise standing before him, laughing and carrying on just like the days before the Quest. Sam would look so silly, and carefree. He looked happy, just like a normal hobbit his age should feel.
It would be wonderful to see Sam like that. But then, his friend would talk about returning home. It was almost like the Sam in his dreams had completely forgotten about the Quest, and Gandalf and the Ring. A part of him was sad thinking about this; they were the best of friends, yet Sam couldn't remember half of what they've gone through together. But at the same time, there were many things that he shouldn't remember. There were a lot of things that a hobbit shouldn't see, yet they have.
The more he saw Sam in his dreams, the more Frodo wanted to leave. To drop the Ring, and just go home...
When his thoughts wouldn't silence themselves, Frodo made his way to the Oxygen Gardens. There was no other place on the ship that made him feel more comfortable. He sighed, kneeling by a patch of lovely red flowers. There were so many things that were disturbing him anymore. Not a day went by where his head wasn't muddled.
What was Sam doing at home? Was he okay? Not even his dreams could tell Frodo that.
What was Frodo to do?
LOCATION: o2 gardens of course
WARNINGS: nah
SUMMARY: frodo's dreams make him homesick...
NOTES: n/a
Frodo didn't know what to feel of this.
Sleep was finally, finally starting to return; the very moment he felt fatigued, he fell asleep for what seemed like ages. It was a good, hard sleep that he had been in need of. Losing Merry, and the Ring and Sauron and being so far away from home was more taxing on him by the day. Frodo just wanted to return home, to be with his kin in the Shire and read a book on the hills. That's all he wanted, and no matter what, he was never in sight of it.
There was something that was slowly starting to come back to him, though...
As his sleep returned, Frodo would have the oddest of dreams. He would see Samwise standing before him, laughing and carrying on just like the days before the Quest. Sam would look so silly, and carefree. He looked happy, just like a normal hobbit his age should feel.
It would be wonderful to see Sam like that. But then, his friend would talk about returning home. It was almost like the Sam in his dreams had completely forgotten about the Quest, and Gandalf and the Ring. A part of him was sad thinking about this; they were the best of friends, yet Sam couldn't remember half of what they've gone through together. But at the same time, there were many things that he shouldn't remember. There were a lot of things that a hobbit shouldn't see, yet they have.
The more he saw Sam in his dreams, the more Frodo wanted to leave. To drop the Ring, and just go home...
When his thoughts wouldn't silence themselves, Frodo made his way to the Oxygen Gardens. There was no other place on the ship that made him feel more comfortable. He sighed, kneeling by a patch of lovely red flowers. There were so many things that were disturbing him anymore. Not a day went by where his head wasn't muddled.
What was Sam doing at home? Was he okay? Not even his dreams could tell Frodo that.
What was Frodo to do?
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Frodo looked over to her. She seemed so...sad. Was she feeling like he was now? "Are you well, miss?"
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Frodo looked down to his feet at the question. That was a good question, indeed. "I do not know, I am afraid."
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He's not going to talk about himself until you answer, miss.
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She replies as though this is a simple fact.
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"What has made you think such a thing?"
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"Experience."
However she will pause then continue.
"What I feel, or think isn't supposed to matter. At least before I came here it didn't.