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grav_ityI thought I had recommended this already, but apparently I just emailed Emma and Amy 14 times, and neglected to actually post it here.
This Unexpected Summer of the Heart is a fix-it. And it is beautiful. There's Frodo and he's perfect. And also there's a scene with Kili where I almost died. And then there's about 14 other scenes where I almost died, including one of the best written kisses I've come across since I started obsessing over this fandom.
Probably young Hamson Gamgee again. His visits were often coincidentally close to mealtimes, but Bilbo pretended not to notice. In fact, he usually sent Hamson home with a loaf of bread or a freshly baked pie to share with his brother and sisters, on the pretense of clearing out his pantry or similar nonsense. The Gamgees had four children to feed, after all, and Bilbo was a bachelor with more money than he would ever have reason to spend.
From his place by the sink, Bilbo heard the sound of the door opening, and then an astonished shout. "Uncle!" Frodo cried. "There's an army of dwarves at the door!"
Bilbo made a small noise of satisfaction as he returned the last of the dishes to its rightful place. Last week it had been a troop of elves, and the week before that Frodo had brought home a pair of talking ladybugs. Doubtless he got his imagination from the Brandybuck side of the family.
"Well, tell them they missed supper," he said. "But they're welcome to stop in for scones, if they want any."
Frodo relayed the message, and Bilbo heard a murmur of voices at the door, too deep to be the Gamgee children. Curiosity piqued, he stepped out into the hallway. "Who is it, then?"
"I told you," Frodo said, his voice soft with wonder. "It's dwarves."
The door had been thrown wide open. On the doorstep stood Thorin Oakenshield. There was a little more gray in his hair than Bilbo remembered, and the lines in his face were deeper, but other than that he'd hardly changed at all.
"At your service, Mr. Baggins," he said.
Bilbo didn't faint. Not this time. He had been dreaming of this moment for more than thirty years, but this was better than he'd ever dared to hope, because Fili and Kili were standing behind their uncle, and Bofur was leaning against the gate, chatting with a wide-eyed Hamson Gamgee and being gawked at by the neighbors. It was all too good to be true.
"Bilbo Baggins, entirely at yours," he said, just in case he wasn't hallucinating, and stepped aside to let them in.
Hold. Me. FOREVER.
This Unexpected Summer of the Heart is a fix-it. And it is beautiful. There's Frodo and he's perfect. And also there's a scene with Kili where I almost died. And then there's about 14 other scenes where I almost died, including one of the best written kisses I've come across since I started obsessing over this fandom.
Probably young Hamson Gamgee again. His visits were often coincidentally close to mealtimes, but Bilbo pretended not to notice. In fact, he usually sent Hamson home with a loaf of bread or a freshly baked pie to share with his brother and sisters, on the pretense of clearing out his pantry or similar nonsense. The Gamgees had four children to feed, after all, and Bilbo was a bachelor with more money than he would ever have reason to spend.
From his place by the sink, Bilbo heard the sound of the door opening, and then an astonished shout. "Uncle!" Frodo cried. "There's an army of dwarves at the door!"
Bilbo made a small noise of satisfaction as he returned the last of the dishes to its rightful place. Last week it had been a troop of elves, and the week before that Frodo had brought home a pair of talking ladybugs. Doubtless he got his imagination from the Brandybuck side of the family.
"Well, tell them they missed supper," he said. "But they're welcome to stop in for scones, if they want any."
Frodo relayed the message, and Bilbo heard a murmur of voices at the door, too deep to be the Gamgee children. Curiosity piqued, he stepped out into the hallway. "Who is it, then?"
"I told you," Frodo said, his voice soft with wonder. "It's dwarves."
The door had been thrown wide open. On the doorstep stood Thorin Oakenshield. There was a little more gray in his hair than Bilbo remembered, and the lines in his face were deeper, but other than that he'd hardly changed at all.
"At your service, Mr. Baggins," he said.
Bilbo didn't faint. Not this time. He had been dreaming of this moment for more than thirty years, but this was better than he'd ever dared to hope, because Fili and Kili were standing behind their uncle, and Bofur was leaning against the gate, chatting with a wide-eyed Hamson Gamgee and being gawked at by the neighbors. It was all too good to be true.
"Bilbo Baggins, entirely at yours," he said, just in case he wasn't hallucinating, and stepped aside to let them in.
Hold. Me. FOREVER.
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Date: 2013-01-17 05:30 pm (UTC)That is why I should never freak out about two things at the same time. :)
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