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Aug. 9th, 2003 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fantasticmuseTitle: Leaving, in Different Ways
Characters: Sam, Elanor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Tolkien's. 'Cept the plot, that's mine. *g*
Notes: And here is my attempt at hobbits. They are the absoulte hardest for me to write, hence the extreme shortness of this. For the funeral challenge.
Elanor didn’t cry when they buried her mother. It wasn’t that she didn’t grieve; she had wept bitterly the night Rose Gamgee had left the world. But she felt strange, standing by the covered grave: her siblings surrounding her, and her husband and children at her side.
All the right words were said, and the hole covered. Elanor watched the proceedings as though she wasn’t there, the voices seemed distant and the people small and far away. All the mourners began to leave in small groups, letting the immediate family have time of their own at the grave.
As Elanor looked to all her loved ones she felt her grief drop away, as if her mother was standing there with them, somewhere just out of sight, telling them to chin up and that it wasn’t as bad as all that, just the way she had so often when they were small. Elanor felt her mother’s gentle, no nonsense spirit wash over her and she turned to her husband.
“I think everything will be alright now. Will you take the children for a walk so I can talk to Sam-dad alone?”
Fastred nodded and began to gather up their children. Elanor gave him a brief kiss before walking over to her father, who was still standing over the grave, though most everyone had left by now.
“Sam-dad?” Elanor put her arms around her father, noting how aged he had become in the few short weeks that his Rosie had been ill. “Sam-dad, we should go. Come on now; let’s get back to Bag End. Goldy and Rose have a pot of tea and some biscuits waiting for us there, I’m sure.”
When Sam looked up at his oldest child, his eyes were sad, but resolute. “Yes, my dear, yes. I think that it’s high time to be going. It’s time to leave.”
Elanor took his hand and began to walk down the path toward Bag End, Sam’s words playing in her head. Glancing sideways at him, she couldn’t help but feel that there was more to his words than it seemed.
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Characters: Sam, Elanor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Tolkien's. 'Cept the plot, that's mine. *g*
Notes: And here is my attempt at hobbits. They are the absoulte hardest for me to write, hence the extreme shortness of this. For the funeral challenge.
Elanor didn’t cry when they buried her mother. It wasn’t that she didn’t grieve; she had wept bitterly the night Rose Gamgee had left the world. But she felt strange, standing by the covered grave: her siblings surrounding her, and her husband and children at her side.
All the right words were said, and the hole covered. Elanor watched the proceedings as though she wasn’t there, the voices seemed distant and the people small and far away. All the mourners began to leave in small groups, letting the immediate family have time of their own at the grave.
As Elanor looked to all her loved ones she felt her grief drop away, as if her mother was standing there with them, somewhere just out of sight, telling them to chin up and that it wasn’t as bad as all that, just the way she had so often when they were small. Elanor felt her mother’s gentle, no nonsense spirit wash over her and she turned to her husband.
“I think everything will be alright now. Will you take the children for a walk so I can talk to Sam-dad alone?”
Fastred nodded and began to gather up their children. Elanor gave him a brief kiss before walking over to her father, who was still standing over the grave, though most everyone had left by now.
“Sam-dad?” Elanor put her arms around her father, noting how aged he had become in the few short weeks that his Rosie had been ill. “Sam-dad, we should go. Come on now; let’s get back to Bag End. Goldy and Rose have a pot of tea and some biscuits waiting for us there, I’m sure.”
When Sam looked up at his oldest child, his eyes were sad, but resolute. “Yes, my dear, yes. I think that it’s high time to be going. It’s time to leave.”
Elanor took his hand and began to walk down the path toward Bag End, Sam’s words playing in her head. Glancing sideways at him, she couldn’t help but feel that there was more to his words than it seemed.
Crossposted in my journal and
ringprov
