Oh, and also I have fic...
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grav_ityAN: While in a bed and breakfast in Edinburgh, Rachel suggested that we should do flash fic. She then became rather angry, because both Amy and I wrote something that could almost be considered a story, instead of just cranking out something as crack-ish as possible. This one actually is Amy’s fault, as she is the one who gave me the prompts. (Amy's story is here)
Please keep in mind that I wrote this in approximately five minutes.
Rating: Kid Friendly
To Include:
Luthien
Diamond of Longcleeve
The Gaffer
Faramir (I)
Lothíriel
First year of the fourth Age
Isengard
Spade
Wedding dress
The White Tree
Strawberries
Lembas bread
Summary: Diamond of Longcleeve gave thought to getting married once.
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Tale’s End (or, Tale’s Beginning)
Diamond of Longcleeve gave thought to getting married once. She was one of the few invitees to Frodo Baggins’ 50th birthday and had spent more than her fair share of the evening dancing with Peregrin Took. As she drove home amidst the laughing teases of her brothers, she decided that growing up and getting married, wearing that wedding dress her mother had saved so long, would not be so bad after all.
Things got bad, of course, when the Shire became Isengard and all the good things went out of it. But then things got better and the strawberries grew again and the Gaffer could be seen poking around his potato patch with his spade and shovel. When Pippin came home with his stories of White Trees and the great weddings of men like Lord Faramir and King Strider and women like the Ladies Éowyn and Lothíriel, Diamond despaired. How could he, so well traveled now, think of her at all?
Shortly before the close of The Good Year, Pippin called at her hole in Longcleeve, and asked to take her on a walk. She blushed, but readily agreed and soon they walked among the new flowers and saplings that Sam had planted while the scent of new mown grass hung in the air.
“I saved something for you.” Pippin said after a long silence. “Something I got on the trip.”
Diamond thought it rather odd that they all four of them always referred to their adventure as “the trip”, but she looked at him in the expected politely questioning manner anyway.
“It’s something from the elves. It kept us alive. It doesn’t look like anything special, but it has a great power in it.”
What he handed her looked like a tiny biscuit or plain scone. She wrinkled her brow in confusion, but he smiled encouragingly, so she took a small bite. Immediately, she felt a sense of fullness and contentment and she smiled up into his knowing face.
“I don’t have much until I inherit, Diamond,” he said softly. “But I went there and I hoped that you would still be here when I got back again.”
“I am here, Pippin.” She said, offering the cake back to him. He took a bite and smiled. They sat together on a bench overlooking the newly green and again well kept Shire.
“What other stories did you hear of love and triumph while you were in the world?” She asked.
“I’ve heard many,” he said, “But some of them are quite sad.”
“I don’t mind that.” She replied. “They say now that all stories will end with happily ever after.”
“Very well then,” he said and put his arm around her. “I will tell you the story of Luthien and Beren.”
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finis
Gravity_Not_Included (care of ScotMoot), September 22, 2007
Please keep in mind that I wrote this in approximately five minutes.
Rating: Kid Friendly
To Include:
Luthien
Diamond of Longcleeve
The Gaffer
Faramir (I)
Lothíriel
First year of the fourth Age
Isengard
Spade
Wedding dress
The White Tree
Strawberries
Lembas bread
Summary: Diamond of Longcleeve gave thought to getting married once.
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Tale’s End (or, Tale’s Beginning)
Diamond of Longcleeve gave thought to getting married once. She was one of the few invitees to Frodo Baggins’ 50th birthday and had spent more than her fair share of the evening dancing with Peregrin Took. As she drove home amidst the laughing teases of her brothers, she decided that growing up and getting married, wearing that wedding dress her mother had saved so long, would not be so bad after all.
Things got bad, of course, when the Shire became Isengard and all the good things went out of it. But then things got better and the strawberries grew again and the Gaffer could be seen poking around his potato patch with his spade and shovel. When Pippin came home with his stories of White Trees and the great weddings of men like Lord Faramir and King Strider and women like the Ladies Éowyn and Lothíriel, Diamond despaired. How could he, so well traveled now, think of her at all?
Shortly before the close of The Good Year, Pippin called at her hole in Longcleeve, and asked to take her on a walk. She blushed, but readily agreed and soon they walked among the new flowers and saplings that Sam had planted while the scent of new mown grass hung in the air.
“I saved something for you.” Pippin said after a long silence. “Something I got on the trip.”
Diamond thought it rather odd that they all four of them always referred to their adventure as “the trip”, but she looked at him in the expected politely questioning manner anyway.
“It’s something from the elves. It kept us alive. It doesn’t look like anything special, but it has a great power in it.”
What he handed her looked like a tiny biscuit or plain scone. She wrinkled her brow in confusion, but he smiled encouragingly, so she took a small bite. Immediately, she felt a sense of fullness and contentment and she smiled up into his knowing face.
“I don’t have much until I inherit, Diamond,” he said softly. “But I went there and I hoped that you would still be here when I got back again.”
“I am here, Pippin.” She said, offering the cake back to him. He took a bite and smiled. They sat together on a bench overlooking the newly green and again well kept Shire.
“What other stories did you hear of love and triumph while you were in the world?” She asked.
“I’ve heard many,” he said, “But some of them are quite sad.”
“I don’t mind that.” She replied. “They say now that all stories will end with happily ever after.”
“Very well then,” he said and put his arm around her. “I will tell you the story of Luthien and Beren.”
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finis
Gravity_Not_Included (care of ScotMoot), September 22, 2007
