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A repost for the holiday.
One Kiss - Sam accompanies his Master to Brandy Hall for Yule.
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hobbit_smut community. I thought it was about time I posted it here. :)
One Kiss
by Serai
The music's gone quiet now. Just a lone voice singing gently out in the snow beyond the windows. Likely a tipsy lass singing to her smitten lad. Makes me smile to hear it, it does. Mingled in with the sweet voice is the tiny silver of bells on some departing guest's pony. ( It's been a wondrous day... )
One Kiss - Sam accompanies his Master to Brandy Hall for Yule.
This was originally written for the
hobbit_smut community. I thought it was about time I posted it here. :)One Kiss
by Serai
The music's gone quiet now. Just a lone voice singing gently out in the snow beyond the windows. Likely a tipsy lass singing to her smitten lad. Makes me smile to hear it, it does. Mingled in with the sweet voice is the tiny silver of bells on some departing guest's pony. ( It's been a wondrous day... )
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Lovely Fro
Sunday, November 29th, 2015 11:36 am.
Hhhokay. So.
When I went to DuckDuckGo to find the right pic of Elijah for my Thanksgiving post yesterday, I came across this:
and stopped dead in my tracks. I've never seen this pic before. Isn't it lovely?
*sigh*
( In other news... )
Hhhokay. So.
When I went to DuckDuckGo to find the right pic of Elijah for my Thanksgiving post yesterday, I came across this:
and stopped dead in my tracks. I've never seen this pic before. Isn't it lovely?
*sigh*
( In other news... )
By the by...
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015 05:36 pm.
I would like to assert that I have no problem whatsoever with the way PJ handled the whole "Frodo and the Black Riders" thing, so please don't take that little ficlet as any kind of implication in that regard. I still maintain that what looks good on the page doesn't necessarily look good on the screen, and I agree with his reasons for changing the scene.
Carry on.
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I would like to assert that I have no problem whatsoever with the way PJ handled the whole "Frodo and the Black Riders" thing, so please don't take that little ficlet as any kind of implication in that regard. I still maintain that what looks good on the page doesn't necessarily look good on the screen, and I agree with his reasons for changing the scene.
Carry on.
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This was written a long time ago. Like a lot of what I post, it was part of something bigger that never panned out. I've no title for it yet.
It’s been five days, and Frodo is nearly mad. The constant voices, whispering or arguing or bullying him about. Never a moment’s peace in which he might pick up his pen and continue his writing. He stands at the window looking out on the sunlit fields, trying not to dwell on the work that must be put away for now. “It won’t be long,” he tells himself, and “the past will always be there,” while his fingers ache with the words trapped in them, and the desire to let them out.
Late that night, he comes upon Sam in the hall. They smile at each other, and Frodo sees that his friend is tired. "Well, Sam," he says quietly, "you've turned another corner."
"Aye, so it seems." His hand resting on the knob of his door, Sam asks, "How are you faring, Master?"
Waving a hand and shaking his head, Frodo answers, "Oh, I'm alright. I'm alright." The gesture is poignant to Sam. If Frodo only knew, he'd be startled at how much he resembled Bilbo just then.
Sam smiles. "Then I'll say goodnight, sir." He grips the knob, and then as though plunging into water, he blurts out, "Thank you, sir, for all you've done for us. For Rosie and me."
Frodo is puzzled, and then replies "No, Sam," and shakes his head. "It is only my thanks to you. Were it ten times more, it would not be enough. You know not what a comfort it is to me to see you so."
"Now you sound like Strider, beggin' your pardon," Sam chuckles. "Sleep well then, Master," the new father says as he opens the door.
"Good night, Sam," Frodo answers, and when the hall is dark, he stands still, listening to the silence.
This was written a long time ago. Like a lot of what I post, it was part of something bigger that never panned out. I've no title for it yet.
It’s been five days, and Frodo is nearly mad. The constant voices, whispering or arguing or bullying him about. Never a moment’s peace in which he might pick up his pen and continue his writing. He stands at the window looking out on the sunlit fields, trying not to dwell on the work that must be put away for now. “It won’t be long,” he tells himself, and “the past will always be there,” while his fingers ache with the words trapped in them, and the desire to let them out.
Late that night, he comes upon Sam in the hall. They smile at each other, and Frodo sees that his friend is tired. "Well, Sam," he says quietly, "you've turned another corner."
"Aye, so it seems." His hand resting on the knob of his door, Sam asks, "How are you faring, Master?"
Waving a hand and shaking his head, Frodo answers, "Oh, I'm alright. I'm alright." The gesture is poignant to Sam. If Frodo only knew, he'd be startled at how much he resembled Bilbo just then.
Sam smiles. "Then I'll say goodnight, sir." He grips the knob, and then as though plunging into water, he blurts out, "Thank you, sir, for all you've done for us. For Rosie and me."
Frodo is puzzled, and then replies "No, Sam," and shakes his head. "It is only my thanks to you. Were it ten times more, it would not be enough. You know not what a comfort it is to me to see you so."
"Now you sound like Strider, beggin' your pardon," Sam chuckles. "Sleep well then, Master," the new father says as he opens the door.
"Good night, Sam," Frodo answers, and when the hall is dark, he stands still, listening to the silence.
Frodo portraits!
Sunday, December 8th, 2013 12:58 pmI've updated again, with three large-format portrait photos of Frodo. These were put out by New Line Pictures at the time of FOTR and 2T. 10"x15", big and beautiful!
Improbable Beast
Saturday, September 22nd, 2012 11:02 pm.
A little something for the Birthday.
( 'Begging your pardon, my Lord,' said Sam, 'but I don't believe you' )
A little something for the Birthday.
( 'Begging your pardon, my Lord,' said Sam, 'but I don't believe you' )
FICLET: Whispers
Thursday, April 30th, 2009 07:52 pmFor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
claudia603:
Whispers
Frodo shakes abominably in the darkness, silent but for the slight susurration of panicked breath. Aragorn covers his shoulders with an arm and whispers, "What is it, Frodo? Are you ill?"
The hobbit stutters, lightly, "It sees me, it sees me, Strider." Now instinctively he pulls Frodo in close. He curls up against Aragorn like a child, alarming the Ranger. Fragile or not? I don't know anymore. Lips grazing the soft neck, he whispers, "It sees, but it does not know. Be at peace, Frodo. You will yet be safe." Far into the night, he holds the shaking body in his arms.
Later, lying out in the grey just before dawn, he dreams warm, fitful glimpses. Of touching skin, of light, the movement of limbs. Pale, dark, the glitter of sapphire eyes, and his own name on a whispered breath. He wakes hot to the cold air and thinks, Arwen.
But then he rolls onto his side, and looks up to see the Ringbearer gazing at him, lips parted, eyes full of shadows.
claudia603:Whispers
Frodo shakes abominably in the darkness, silent but for the slight susurration of panicked breath. Aragorn covers his shoulders with an arm and whispers, "What is it, Frodo? Are you ill?"
The hobbit stutters, lightly, "It sees me, it sees me, Strider." Now instinctively he pulls Frodo in close. He curls up against Aragorn like a child, alarming the Ranger. Fragile or not? I don't know anymore. Lips grazing the soft neck, he whispers, "It sees, but it does not know. Be at peace, Frodo. You will yet be safe." Far into the night, he holds the shaking body in his arms.
Later, lying out in the grey just before dawn, he dreams warm, fitful glimpses. Of touching skin, of light, the movement of limbs. Pale, dark, the glitter of sapphire eyes, and his own name on a whispered breath. He wakes hot to the cold air and thinks, Arwen.
But then he rolls onto his side, and looks up to see the Ringbearer gazing at him, lips parted, eyes full of shadows.
How the red light rises...
Monday, February 11th, 2008 10:46 pm.
Here is a lovely interpretation:
On the Steps of Mount Doom - Donato Giancola
His work is often not what most people think of when they think of Tolkien (tends to make his Gondorians look like ancient Romans), but this one of particularly beautiful.
I do wonder, though, why so many artists don't seem to understand what hobbit feet are supposed to look like. It's not as if Tolkien never described them!
Here is a lovely interpretation:
On the Steps of Mount Doom - Donato Giancola
His work is often not what most people think of when they think of Tolkien (tends to make his Gondorians look like ancient Romans), but this one of particularly beautiful.
I do wonder, though, why so many artists don't seem to understand what hobbit feet are supposed to look like. It's not as if Tolkien never described them!
(no subject)
Saturday, November 24th, 2007 10:00 pmThere lived near the town of Bywater
A hobbit who swam like an otter
By the light of the moon
To the nightingale's tune
He danced with the River-maid's Daughter.
A hobbit who swam like an otter
By the light of the moon
To the nightingale's tune
He danced with the River-maid's Daughter.
FICLET: Bones
Thursday, November 22nd, 2007 12:46 pm.
So it seems the Muse has not lost all interest in LOTR.
Title: Bones
Rating: G (or not, depending on your way of thinking)
Notes: An exercise in minimalism.
( Bones )
I'm still tinkering with this.
Enjoy!
So it seems the Muse has not lost all interest in LOTR.
Title: Bones
Rating: G (or not, depending on your way of thinking)
Notes: An exercise in minimalism.
( Bones )
I'm still tinkering with this.
Enjoy!
FICLET: Moonlight
Monday, November 27th, 2006 12:26 pm.
Moonlight
Even though he'd never seen an Elf, Sam had always thought Mr. Frodo resembled one, and in the rounded, sunlit contours of Hobbiton, that made him odd to look at. He was fair all right, fair and fair, as might be said, and that beauty alone set him off. Hobbits were not, as a rule, beautiful.
But here in the light of the eldritch moon, Sam gazed on his master transformed. What were once shy shrugs and diffidence had become long silken lines, a glowing vision arching above him, one hand clutching his. A face beloved and familiar, now changed as all the world had changed, into something strange and magical, dangerous to such as him. The sight washed over him, as blue as the fabled sea.
"Sam," Frodo whispered, opening his eyes to gaze up at the stars. His hair moved in the breezes that floated through this place, and the sound of the water was as one with the light filling his eyes as he fell slowly, smiling, down to Sam's waiting mouth.
Moonlight
Even though he'd never seen an Elf, Sam had always thought Mr. Frodo resembled one, and in the rounded, sunlit contours of Hobbiton, that made him odd to look at. He was fair all right, fair and fair, as might be said, and that beauty alone set him off. Hobbits were not, as a rule, beautiful.
But here in the light of the eldritch moon, Sam gazed on his master transformed. What were once shy shrugs and diffidence had become long silken lines, a glowing vision arching above him, one hand clutching his. A face beloved and familiar, now changed as all the world had changed, into something strange and magical, dangerous to such as him. The sight washed over him, as blue as the fabled sea.
"Sam," Frodo whispered, opening his eyes to gaze up at the stars. His hair moved in the breezes that floated through this place, and the sound of the water was as one with the light filling his eyes as he fell slowly, smiling, down to Sam's waiting mouth.
Nostalgic Memories
Sunday, November 19th, 2006 05:24 pm.
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" The little voice piped like a whistle through the golden afternoon, and he looked up in time to see the bright-haired faunt running toward him, arms outstretched. He caught the lad in mid-leap, and found himself caged in small limbs, and his lips pressed in a warm kiss, loudly released. He smiled, dazed and a little taken aback at Hobbiton manners. Not something Merry would have done, that.
"It's so fine that you're back, Mr. Frodo!" Sam squeaked. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived." The child hugged him again, and Frodo laughed.
"You must tell me everything that has happened since I saw you last," Frodo said, as he set Samwise down, and the boy quickly took his hand. He began with the birth of the new calf as they started up towards the Hill, the sunlight warm upon the grass.
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" The little voice piped like a whistle through the golden afternoon, and he looked up in time to see the bright-haired faunt running toward him, arms outstretched. He caught the lad in mid-leap, and found himself caged in small limbs, and his lips pressed in a warm kiss, loudly released. He smiled, dazed and a little taken aback at Hobbiton manners. Not something Merry would have done, that.
"It's so fine that you're back, Mr. Frodo!" Sam squeaked. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived." The child hugged him again, and Frodo laughed.
"You must tell me everything that has happened since I saw you last," Frodo said, as he set Samwise down, and the boy quickly took his hand. He began with the birth of the new calf as they started up towards the Hill, the sunlight warm upon the grass.
Looking for a drabble
Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 02:54 pmRacking my brain and my archive, I can't find this particular drabble that I'm looking for.
Frodo awakening in Minas Tirith, and is struck by how white everything is. Gandalf is beside him, and Frodo admits to putting on the ring. Gandalf responds with "I know".
Anyone remember that one? Point me to where I can find it?
Frodo awakening in Minas Tirith, and is struck by how white everything is. Gandalf is beside him, and Frodo admits to putting on the ring. Gandalf responds with "I know".
Anyone remember that one? Point me to where I can find it?
Smily squishy squee
Thursday, March 16th, 2006 09:27 pmRei (mucun) has posted new pics!!
Dawn of the Fourth Age in Middle Earth
Little Sam
Brave Frodo and Sam
I do so love her pictures. Run over and enjoy!
P.S. GIP!
mucun) has posted new pics!!Dawn of the Fourth Age in Middle Earth
Little Sam
Brave Frodo and Sam
I do so love her pictures. Run over and enjoy!
P.S. GIP!
Run, don't walk...
Monday, February 6th, 2006 10:02 am...to mucun's LJ, for today she has posted a wealth of hobbity loveliness!
Here's some Mordor angst...
...Young Frodo and Sam...
...Frodo and Elanor... *sniffle*
...Hobbit Portraits...
...More Frodo and Little Sam...
...Fiery Frodo...
...Sweet moments...
...Frodo set free...
...and Happy Hobbits in the clover!
*sigh* So much lovely art. Go! Enjoy!
And spread the links around, too. :)
mucun's LJ, for today she has posted a wealth of hobbity loveliness!Here's some Mordor angst...
...Young Frodo and Sam...
...Frodo and Elanor... *sniffle*
...Hobbit Portraits...
...More Frodo and Little Sam...
...Fiery Frodo...
...Sweet moments...
...Frodo set free...
...and Happy Hobbits in the clover!
*sigh* So much lovely art. Go! Enjoy!
And spread the links around, too. :)
OK, I'm getting a little pissed off here.
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005 06:10 pmWhere did all this about PJ, Philippa and Fran making Frodo somehow less than he could have been come from? That poor Elijah was directed into coming off passive, or weepy, or uninteresting, etc., etc., etc.? What Frodo is it in FOTR that we somehow lose along the way (other than the happy kid in the Shire who never survived in the books anyway)?
I don't know about anybody else, but I have no problems with Elijah's performance as Frodo. Yeah, there were some odd roads taken with the story, but Frodo himself? Was FINE. Other than the quirks that came along with those deviations (like the three and a half minutes he spent being pissed off at Sam in ROTK), he comes off, if anything, far more dynamic and interesting than the Frodo in the book, who always seemed to me a burdened sacrifical lamb more than anything else. There, Sam was the one who became truly interesting and traversed a real arc, while Frodo spent all his time carrying what amounted to a boulder fifty times his size for four hundred miles. In the film, Frodo got to go through a far greater range of emotions and reactions - fascination, desire, lust, anger, madness. In the book, he just seemed, more than anything, tired.
So how come suddenly I'm seeing people claiming that there's "so much more" Elijah could have done, if it hadn't been for the holding back and substandard writing/direction he was burdened with? What the heck more did you want from Frodo? Screaming, yelling, tearing out his own hair? Wasn't it just a few months ago that people were complaining there was too much of that?
Poor Elijah. Damned if he does and damned if he doesn't. For my money, his Frodo is just amazing, and hardly a picture of passivity or uninteresting flatness. He brought to life a complex, well-written (and well-adapted) characer with delicacy, strength and skill, and under the guidance of an excellent director. Because if all that is "lacking" in Frodo is the fault of the director, all that is FANTASTIC in Frodo is also the work of the director. You can't say "the bad is his fault, but he didn't have anything to do with the good". This was a group endeavor, and everybody shares in both the glory and the blame.
So make up your damn minds here, 'cause you're giving me a headache.
I don't know about anybody else, but I have no problems with Elijah's performance as Frodo. Yeah, there were some odd roads taken with the story, but Frodo himself? Was FINE. Other than the quirks that came along with those deviations (like the three and a half minutes he spent being pissed off at Sam in ROTK), he comes off, if anything, far more dynamic and interesting than the Frodo in the book, who always seemed to me a burdened sacrifical lamb more than anything else. There, Sam was the one who became truly interesting and traversed a real arc, while Frodo spent all his time carrying what amounted to a boulder fifty times his size for four hundred miles. In the film, Frodo got to go through a far greater range of emotions and reactions - fascination, desire, lust, anger, madness. In the book, he just seemed, more than anything, tired.
So how come suddenly I'm seeing people claiming that there's "so much more" Elijah could have done, if it hadn't been for the holding back and substandard writing/direction he was burdened with? What the heck more did you want from Frodo? Screaming, yelling, tearing out his own hair? Wasn't it just a few months ago that people were complaining there was too much of that?
Poor Elijah. Damned if he does and damned if he doesn't. For my money, his Frodo is just amazing, and hardly a picture of passivity or uninteresting flatness. He brought to life a complex, well-written (and well-adapted) characer with delicacy, strength and skill, and under the guidance of an excellent director. Because if all that is "lacking" in Frodo is the fault of the director, all that is FANTASTIC in Frodo is also the work of the director. You can't say "the bad is his fault, but he didn't have anything to do with the good". This was a group endeavor, and everybody shares in both the glory and the blame.
So make up your damn minds here, 'cause you're giving me a headache.
