May I ask for some suggestions?

[Nivina]

This is an old fic of mine, but I thought of it recently, and about some feedback I got on it. Some found it a bit confusing, but didn't tell me what they found confusing in particular. I hope to get some input from you folks here, and also from those who are not as Frodo-centric as I am.
I would like to expand on this fic later on (possibly June), and would be very glad to get some constructive criticism. English is not my first language, so word and grammar lessons are also very welcome.

I hope you'll enjoy!

This fic was written for the "Frodo New Year Mathom Exchange" on LiveJournal
written for: A! Elbereth
author: Nivina
rating: PG

Many thanks to Baranduin for beta reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no profit from
them.


A Cousin's Promise

Frodo looked up into the misty air, watching the fogs embedding the houses
and valleys beneath the hill. The green door to Bag End closed with a little
creaking sound, and Frodo started. He asked himself for how long he'd
been standing here, in front of Bag End, watching the sky and the village,
wishing for some snow to cover the sad brown and grey coloured meadows
and valleys. Today it was Yule, and Frodo remembered ice-cold and snowy
days in Buckland from his childhood, getting outside whenever possible,
and hunting little Merry-lad with big snowballs and a mischievous smile
on his face. Merry used to flee screaming with laughter, but he would fight
back courageously when Frodo got him finally. Later in the afternoon they
would return home frozen, with red cheeks and shivering, but utterly happy.
Hot tea and chocolate would be waiting for them there, and they would huddle
under a thick blanket together, with Frodo reading little stories to Merry
from one of the numerous books Frodo had picked from the library. Often
Merry would fall asleep in Frodo's arms, and Frodo would sigh with contentment,
and close his eyes to have a little nap, too.

Frodo sometimes wished those days back. The carefree hours, the simple
contentment of it all. Being happy with such little things. Nowadays he
found himself pondering more and more, even after hoping that the bad memories
would vanish one day - or if they couldn't vanish, that they wouldn't be
hurting that much after such an amount of time that had passed now since
the War of the Ring. Frodo thought he could live with the haunting nightmares
that came nearly every single night, but not with the pain that greeted
him at daylight. Of course, there were times when he felt glad, and when
he didn't suffer at all, but Frodo was afraid that his inner wounds would
never really heal.

He sighed and took out his pipe, moving slowly away from the back entrance
and heading for the wood. He would take a little walk, making sure to be
back home when Merry and Pippin would arrive from Buckland this afternoon
to celebrate Yule with Frodo and Sam. The four hobbits had decided that
this day would be the perfect day for a long awaited reunion of the travellers.
Frodo was looking forward to meeting his cousins so very much, and he prayed
to the Lady that he might be spared from his illnesses while they were there.
It was hard enough to reassure Sam that he was alright, and he didn't want
to let Merry and Pippin know about his sufferings either. He didn't want
to let them know how the days had become dull and grey to him, even on a
fine spring day or a lovely summer afternoon. He didn't want them to know
how celebrating had lost much of its appeal to him, and they didn't have
to know about the fact that food didn't mean very much to him anymore either.
Frodo thought that it was enough that he was worrying about these things
all the while.

~~~~~~

"Frodo!"

Pippin literally bounced into his older cousin's arms and hugged him
closely. "Frodo, it has been far too long now since we saw each other!
It's so good to see you again!"

"We missed you at Brandy Hall." Merry said. "You should come and visit
more often. I really think you should take your mind off some things, dear
Master of Bag End."

The earnest face suddenly turned into a bright and happy smile and now
Merry took his slender cousin into his arms, after Pippin had released
Frodo but reluctantly. He held Frodo close, and he felt something surrounding
his older cousin that he could only sense, but by no means explain. He made
a promise to himself to watch Frodo closely, and to use every possibility
to find out what ailed Frodo - he knew his cousin long enough to sense that
there were things unspoken. Frodo's eyes shone brightly - unnaturally brightly
even - and he was laughing with joy to see his cousins again, but there
was also something in his eyes that made Merry feel uneasy. A certain...
dullness? A blank space beneath the sparkling of this cornflower blue?
Joy that was only pretended? Merry was not quite sure, but he was determined
to find out.

~~~~~~
Sam was in the kitchen, preparing the last little things for supper.
He was quickly surrounded by the three other hobbits, who were cheering
and giggling like little bouncy lads before the mathoms were handed out,
enjoying the pure bliss of Yule and its celebration rituals. In no time everything
was ready and laid out on the kitchen table, and Frodo lighted candles everywhere.
Then he poured ale and wine, while Sam was filling dishes with  roasted
potatoes, grilled mushrooms, carrots, beans and different sauces. Finally
Sam brought a baked chicken with skin crisp and golden.

Pippin squealed, "The table will surely be bursting every single moment!
I've never seen that much food prepared for only four hobbits - who's going
to eat all that?"

"Oh Pip, I'm sure you are the right one to avoid such a terrible thing.
The food will   disappear inside your hungry mouth before the table
will ever have a chance to break," Merry stated dryly.

"Oh, I truly missed your company!" Frodo snorted and lifted his glass
of wine, ready to give a little speech, in which he confirmed how happy he
was to spend this evening with those who were the dearest to him. Sam saw
a little shadow that covered Frodo's eyes for a very short moment, not even
a second, and he felt that Frodo was thinking of Bilbo and wishing that
he could be with them tonight. Sam wondered if Frodo and Bilbo would ever
see each other again. Frodo never spoke of a visit to Rivendell,  though
it was obvious that the days of the former master of Bag End would be nearing
their end in a not too far away future. So why did Frodo barely speak of
his old cousin nowadays?

But there was too much joy around to dwell in those thoughts for very
long. The food vanished indeed very quickly from the dishes and plates, and
so did the ale and the bottles of the Old Winyards. After a while, there were
four content and somewhat lazy hobbits sitting at the table, sharing pipeweed
and funny memories and trying to win over the drowsiness that had followed
their meal. Frodo had closed his eyes and leaned his head against Merry's
shoulder, a soft and content smile on his pale face that shone golden in
the candlelight.

"So - what about heading for the Green Dragon now?" Pippin asked.

 Frodo opened his eyes drowsily and rubbed them.

"Don't be so hasty, Pip,"  Merry said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Pippin, Sam and Frodo were laughing while Merry gave a little imitation
of Treebeard. Both Sam and Frodo loved to listen to the stories that had
taken place at Fangorn Forest, and Pippin interrupted Merry more than once
to add his own comments.

But even Pippin became quiet when Merry recited the words Treebeard had
sung to Pippin and him about the hope of the Ents to meet the Entwives again
one day:

"...when Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest." *

When Merry had ended the song, Frodo fought the sudden melancholy that
came over him.

'But at least those are tales without ashes and blackness, tales without
the naked fear that was surrounding everything...' Frodo thought. 'And
the wheel of fire---'

"We'd better leave now," Frodo breathed, trying to shake off the golden
vision that was about to strangle him once more.

~~~~~~

[Nivina]

Part 2 of 4

Frodo gulped the cool air outside to make the feel of ashes on his tongue
disappear. Merry, Sam and Pippin surrounded him on their way to Bywater,
sheltering him from the cold. There weren't many words needed - they had
noticed that Frodo needed some shelter, though they did not know what he
lacked precisely. Sam thought Frodo was looking very unearthly in the pale
moonlight. He was so fragile and seemed to be far away, shining with an inner
light. And his sad beauty pierced Sam's heart once more. Why Frodo? Why did
he still have to suffer? Sam knew his master better than Frodo would ever
guess, and trying to hide his discomfort from Sam was a useless effort. Sam's
heart ached, but he tried to push away his gloomy thoughts.

Frodo would be whole again - he just needed some more time...

Finally they reached the Green Dragon, stumbling inside, still filled
with the rich food and a little too much of the Old Winyards. But that was
no reason to break the joy and cheerfulness the hobbits were feeling. They
were welcomed by the inn-keeper and with loud cheers from the other guests.
Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam were led to a table in a corner, not far away
from the bustle, but yet a bit quieter than some other locations in there.
Frodo plunged onto the bench next to the window, Merry and Pippin got some
more drinks for the four of them, and Sam took Frodo's coat to lay it aside.

"Thank you, Sam."

Frodo smiled, a bit wearily, and Sam realised that his master was shaking.

"It's just from the cold, Sam. It will soon be over. Don't worry."

Frodo squeezed Sam's hand, reassuringly, and Sam smiled back. But Sam
had noticed how icy cold Frodo's hands were.

~~~~~~

Frodo was quiet this evening, but wholly enjoying the celebrations and
the singing and dancing hobbits. He watched them for a while, and he even
asked two lasses for a dance, in all of his behaviour the perfect gentlehobbit.
People might think that Mr. Baggins was queer, and cracked, but he had
his certain charms. His secretiveness, shyness and mystical appearance
made him even more interesting. Frodo was laughing and joking, enjoying
the attention, but he soon got a bit weary again.

He headed back to their little table in the corner. He was alone now
- Sam was exchanging some words with Tom Cotton - surely trying to discover
where Rosie was, Frodo thought with a smile on his face. Merry and Pippin
were still dancing. Pippin was enthralling one lass after another with his
pure joyful charm and his adorable Tuckborough accent.

'Little rascal...' Frodo thought, chuckling. 'You are not quite as naïve
as you want them to think you are...'

He drank his ale, slowly, in deep thoughts. He was tired, and yet happy
to be here, to be surrounded by his friends and the comforting knowledge
of being home. He tried to tie this very feeling and lock it into his heart,
as he so often did, for he lost it so easily these days and found it hard
to get this security back.

'But security is not meant to last forever,' Frodo thought, remembering
little fragments of loss he had experienced in his life. But he would not
spoil this evening with his endless thoughts about the past and the good
and bad of it. He would enjoy this evening, and the company of his
friends.

'Please... not tonight...'

The activities had changed from dancing to singing. Pippin was the first
to sing a joyful song, and Merry joined in almost immediately. Sam came
over to Frodo again, smiling at him before watching Merry and Pippin climbing
a table, just as they always did. Loud cheering, raised glasses and laughter
accompanied their actions. Frodo rejoiced watching his cousins, who
were grown and matured so much, but they hadn't lost their ability to set
themselves free from conventional manners from time to time.

Sam brought Frodo some water, because Frodo had refused to drink more
wine or ale. He felt quite dizzy and sleepy already and he wanted to get
rid of his sleepiness. This evening was not over yet!

"Frodo! Sam!" Merry called through the inn. "Come on and sing along with
us!"

"Later, Merry!" Frodo called back, laughing.

Sam stayed next to Frodo for a while. Both were enthralled and cheered
up by most of the songs, and so it was until there came a lass who sang
a slow, soothing song that reminded Frodo of a lullaby.

Suddenly he felt as if his heart was being ripped out. He coughed and
his knees got weak. He was glad to be sitting safely on the bench, otherwise
he would have fallen down immediately, weakened and gasping for air. He
felt dizzy to no avail, and first his hands, then his head fell onto the
table. Frodo dimly heard Sam calling, getting him up, but all was getting
black around him.

Only the song rang clearly in his ears. And it hurt.

~~~~~~

[Nivina]

Part 3 of 4

He had awoken from a nightmare. There was a sticky warm tunnel that
was closing slowly around him. He could not breathe, nor hear or see anything.
Only the darkness was getting closer. And something else. He cried out,
but there was no noise to be heard. Too quiet. Nothing.  He had lost
someone, had to go on all on his own. But where was he? Where?

Suddenly warm arms were around his tiny and shivering body. A soft and
soothing voice, whispering.

"Frodo. Wake up, my dear one. It was just a dream."

"Mumma!"

Frodo sobbed and shivered in his mother's arms, trying to regain his
breath, and he relaxed slowly. He melted into the embrace, got calmer when
he realised that it had only been a bad dream. He was home. He was safe.
Primula stroked sweaty dark curls from his face and looked at him. Frodo's
sweet face was covered with tears, and she wiped them away softly. Frodo
sighed and crawled closer into her embrace.

"There, there..." Primula whispered. "I'm here. And I won't ever leave
you. You're safe. And I will shelter you whenever I can. Don't be afraid,
my sweet one. I'm here..."

And then she sang him a lullaby.

"Frodo..."

The words were lost. Only the melody remained. In all of those years
he wasn't able to remember the words of that lullaby.

"...always be around you... sheltered... safe..."

"Frodo!"

A stroking hand on his sweaty forehead. Just like then. Just as soothing.
But not safe.

"Wake up. Frodo!"

Don't you fear we'd ever leave... Always be around... Sheltered... safe.
No harm.

And then the voice of his mother in his head was gone. Frodo felt a tear
running down his cheek. When he opened his eyes, he looked into Sam's worried
and sad face. Frodo's eyelids fluttered shut again. He was exhausted.

"Sam..."

Frodo tried to get up, but Sam held him steadily. How was it possible
that he could not control himself, that he got lost in his memories and visions
- and left his friends sad and helpless? Frodo had seen that worried look
in Sam's eyes before, had felt Sam shivering. Now Frodo only wanted to get
out of here; he wanted to become invisible, just for a moment. No dreams
and memories evermore...

Please...

"I'm sorry, Sam," Frodo whispered, trying to make his voice sound normally.
"It's too hot in here. I'd better go out for a little walk."

"I'll come with you, Mr. Frodo."

"Oh Sam, you don't have to. Really not - I'll be fine soon enough. Stay
here, and please... don't worry. I've just had too much ale, it's my own
fault."

Frodo smiled at Sam, but Sam wasn't convinced that Frodo was speaking
the truth, and he watched his master carefully. Finally, he loosened his
grip on Frodo and watched him walking slowly to the door.

~~~~~~

Frodo stumbled away from the Green Dragon, feeling haunted and miserable.
Once he was out of sight of the inn, he let himself fall onto the 
ground, feeling the piercing cold flowing through him. He wept.

The river... he loved the water, it had always fascinated him. How
often had he asked his parents if they would go one day and see the Sea together,
sailing on the waves and becoming one with the everlasting tides. Frodo
had never used those words, but deep inside him he was yearning for the
salty air and the white crowned waves and the endless sight. What would
come after the horizon?

His parents had smiled at him and told him to go there when he was older.
But one evening they had gone to the river and had left forever. Without
him. Never to return... and he was captured...

Choking sobs escaped Frodo when he remembered the day when his parents
were found dead at the riverbank - a flash of bursting light stung his
eyes and pierced his heart. He had pushed the pain away. Too long, neglecting
the loss, not accepting it with all of its consequences.

"No, Frodo... don't look... come back inside..."

He heard fragments of those voices and tried to shake them off. But they
would not leave, not this time. The cold crept further until it had reached
his throbbing heart, and Frodo lost all sense of time. He could have been
kneeling there forever... but finally he got up, as soon as the last sobs
had ebbed away. He stood, shaking, trying desperately to wipe the dirt
from his breeches, and forced himself to regain some control again.

Slowly, he walked back to the inn.

~~~~~~

Frodo entered the Green Dragon again, hoping that his abscence had gone
unnoticed by Merry and Pippin. But his hopes were shattered when Merry was
beside him as soon as he had closed the door. Merry took Frodo by the arm
and pulled his older cousin into a dark and quiet corner.

"What's wrong with you?" Merry asked,  urgently.

"I just needed some fresh air, Merry."

"Don't lie to me, cousin. I know that you want to keep your pain away
from us, but you hurt us more if you deny yourself the help we could offer
you. We could at least try to help you, Frodo!"

Merry sounded unusually desperate. Frodo ached for him, but he was too
weak to dispute anything. Instead he took Merry into his arms, holding
him close and rocking him like he did when Merry was a little lad.  

"Frodo... don't be so secretive. Don't!"

Merry was breathing heavily, and he had  to restrain himself from
taking Frodo by the shoulders and shaking him hard to bring him back to
reality. To make Frodo speak about his sufferings.

Frodo sighed and whispered: "I'll be fine. I'll be fine, really, Merry.
I just drank too much ale."

"Don't tell me you've had too much ale. Sam might believe it,
but I don't, cousin. I want to help you!" Merry yelled. But his
words fell away in the noisy room, and Frodo only shook his head sadly.

"I wish I could keep these things away, Merry. I'm trying very hard to
get back to my normal life, but it seems that this is not possible in an
instant. But I'll ---"

"Don't tell me you'll be fine. You're repeating yourself, Frodo
Baggins. I want you to be honest. What ails you precisely? Speak to
me," Merry  whispered. "You must promise me you will tell me about
it. If not here and tonight, then as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible, Merry. I promise it, dear cousin. But I can't speak
of it now. Please understand - will you?"

Merry nodded, feeling a strangling pain inside. Then he let Frodo go.

~~~~~~

[Nivina]

Last part

Merry and Frodo returned to the other two hobbits. Sam cast a look at
Frodo, and he earned a smile and an arm around his shoulder. Sam smiled back.
Pippin ran to Frodo and asked him if everything was alright. Frodo reassured
the younger one and ruffled Pippin's curls. Frodo forced himself to make
conversations with his dear friends and other visitors, but actually he
wanted to go home now and sink into a deep sleep.

Not yet.

More drinks were brought, but Frodo refused the wine and the ale and
asked for a mug of chamomile tea.

"I'd better stop drinking, " he laughed seemingly merrily at the others.
Pippin raised an eyebrow and chuckled.  

~~~~~~

Frodo recovered slowly from his earlier discomfort. He was lucky that
there had not been many who had seen him in his weary state - the gossip
concerning Frodo Baggins seemed to bloom more and more with every passing
day. Frodo knew that, and it left him cold, actually. He was different, yes,
but there was no need to feed the rumours with cracked Mr. Baggins falling
into the dirt and weeping like a child.

A high-pitched scream made the visitors startle. One of the barmaids
was panicking, for a tiny spider was dangling in front of her face. The
hobbits around her began to laugh and made some jokes about lasses and
their fear of those harmless beasts. The barmaid was not overly amused,
but joined the fun nevertheless with red cheeks and a shaky smile.

"I  just felt startled... I surely know that spiders are harmless!"
she defended herself and tickled the next hobbit who was still giggling
with malicious joy.

Spiders are harmless...

Sam was alarmed when he heard those words. He watched Frodo attentively,
but there was no sign that his master might have some bad memories. Sam
surely had, but somehow he could handle them without getting weary and sick.
Sam muttered to himself that not every word uttered must make Frodo remember
unimaginable horrors that nearly had driven him mad.

Harmless.

Frodo had seen and heard everything, and no, he didn't feel uncomfortable.
He sipped his tea, and with one hand he rubbed his neck. It was itching,
and Frodo felt some sweat trickling down his back. Frodo swallowed and caught
his breath. The itching became worse and he growled with anger.

When he felt the sting piercing him, his vision of time and space
narrowed. No good or evil existed anymore, only the need to breathe. When
he fell, paralysed by the spider's poison, he remembered the Shire, the
sun, his friends. His father carrying him on his shoulders; little Merry
and Pippin, mischievously hiding from him with suppressed laughter at Brandy
Hall. Bilbo, lighting a fire and the scratching of his feather pen, while
Frodo brought tea for both of them. A good book and a delicious pipe.

He fell and fell, and still the memories were lighting a beacon in his
heart. And he felt dizzy, just like after getting whirled around by his
mother when he was but a tiny lad. Warmth and stickiness covered him, and
he shouted for Sam. Sam, his best friend, never failing him. But everything
remained quiet, and still Frodo was whirled around.

'The end...' he thought. 'It's over, and I'm leaving... leaving.'

And then his breath left him.

~~~~~~

Trickling fluid on his lips made him swallow automatically. This time
he was pierced by light that blurred his vision and made his headache become
worse. Frodo tried to focus on something and to breathe deeply. There were
noises. And he was laid down, a blanket covered him and he huddled in it
thankfully. He fell into sleep once more.
~~~~~~

When Frodo opened his eyes again, he found Merry watching him from a
chair that stood beside his bed at Bag End.

"Merry... what happened?" A drowsy whisper.

"Frodo!" Merry took Frodo's hand. "You truly know how to get some attention."

Frodo heard Merry's relief ringing through his words. Merry told him
how Frodo had fallen down unconsciously, only with a little sigh and no
warning. Frodo didn't say anything, but bit his lip. The inn-keeper had
gotten a cart for them, and they had brought Frodo outside, nearly unnoticed
through the back door. Soon Frodo had relaxed, the tension in his body had
faded and he had fallen asleep peacefully.

"I'm so sorry that I could not have avoided that. I‘ve spoiled the evening
for you."

"Oh Frodo. We were so worried. But everything will be alright. Just sleep
some more, and when you awake again, we shall talk. You remember your promise,
Frodo? Telling me about your pain and dark thoughts?"

Frodo smiled wearily.

"I remember it, cousin. And I will try to put it into words. For you.
And for Pip and Sam."

"For you, Frodo. And now try to sleep." Merry tucked Frodo into
the blankets again.

Frodo realised with a little smile on his face that it was snowing outside.


~The End~


* (The words of the Elvish song sung by Treebeard are to be found
in Book Three, Chapter 4)

[nellas]

It looks great! I just have time to skim it, but if you give me a few days, I'll look at it again (it takes me a few times reading to really get the idea of the story). Then, I'll comment, if need be.

[Nivina]

Originally posted by nellas
It looks great! I just have time to skim it, but if you give me a few days, I'll look at it again (it takes me a few times reading to really get the idea of the story). Then, I'll comment, if need be.

Awww nell, that would be fantastic! Thank you so much! I'm looking forward to your suggestions (I'm very sure you'll find at least one or two things to comment on...)

[Luthien4211]

That was wonderful! You really have a talent for writing. Unless you told me, I would never guess that English wasn't your first language. I just have two suggestions. First, when Frodo is standing outside Bag End and the door clicks shut, I would say started instead of startled, and instead of numberless books, when little Frodo is reading to little Merry, I would say numerous. That's really it though. This is fabulous!

~Luthien

[Arryle]

Nivina...That was wonderful. The voice, the characterization, and the emotion were fantastic. It is always a true joy to me when someone has captured the character of Frodo well, and you certainly have done that. Thank you for posting it here, dear.

[Nivina]

Thank you so much, Luthien and Arryle! I'm so glad you liked it! I will change the two things you mentioned, Luthien.
And Arryle, I'm happy that you think the Frodo I've written sounds true to you. I was actually planning to put some more dialogue into it, and especially make Frodo "speak up" a bit more, for I thought he might sound more weak and weary than he really is (or how I wanted to show him).

Again, thanks so much fro --- err, here we go again -- FOR your input!

[Arryle]

You see, there is book Fro, and movie Fro, and I must say that although I dearly think that Elijah Wood has done a wonderful job in the movies, my heart will always belong to book Fro. And you really have a good feel for his character here, Nivina.


Please post some more "fro" us.

[Nivina]

Arryle...

I'm very happy that you say that! Though I love Elijah's performance, I also adore book Fro much more. I somehow missed his courage and determinedness a bit in the movies, but the Frodo I'm thinking of is courageous and determined to a very high extent. And I'm trying to show that in my writings. I just thought when I'm describing a weary and angsty Frodo that he might come over as "weak" as he is portrayed in the movies sometimes, and I want to avoid that.

I will write more, fro sure. It's such a lovely method to improve my English a bit that way. And all of your encouragements mean a lot to me. I'm only missing the critical suggestions I've asked for.

*huggles you all*

[nellas]

the only thing I would suggest is to take out the dashes. It tends to break the reader's concentration. Instead, use commas. Other than that, there were no spelling or grammatical errors that I found. Great job!

[Tanissa_Greenleaf]

Wow, english isn't your first language? I have spoken english for ove thriteen years and still can't write that well. I think you did a super awesome job

[Arryle]

She asks for critical when we are talking about Fro???? To a Haremite moderator no less?? Silly hobbitlass!!


Seriously though, I have read quite a lot of Frofic from people who run the gamut of professional writers, all the way down to amazingly talented foresters who write fic in their spare time. I am also VERY fussy about how Frodo is portrayed, because I have a strong mental image of the character. With all of that in mind, I really found nothing to be critical about so far in this piece. Especially when considering that you are writing it in a language other than your native language. Please keep up the excellent work, and post some more of this when you can.

[Nivina]

nell, thank you so much for taking the time to read! I will take a closer look on what you've suggested. Your input is very welcome!

Thank you as well, Tanissa! I'm very happy that you like my little fic.

Arryle...

She asks for critical when we are talking about Fro???? To a Haremite moderator no less?? Silly hobbitlass!!

May I assume that a Haremite isn't able to be critical anymore when it comes to Fro? Thank you so much for your compliments - they really mean a lot to me.

Amazingly talented foresters... you mean Ariel, don't you?

[Arryle]

Aye lass, I certainly do!

[nellas]

You're welcomed, dear. When do we get the pleasure of the next story from you?

[Alora Undomiel]

Oh Nivina, just had to put my two cents in. What a great story. So much better than mine, if you ever get a chance to read it (hint, hint) Very tolkien-ish, your writing. Kudos to you, love.

[Nivina]

A very belated "Thank You", Alora! I'm in research hell until mid-June, and not very often around these days. But I'll check out your stories as soon as possible. I'm very glad you liked my story.

by nellas

When do we get the pleasure of the next story from you?

Just posted! (A very short fic, though. It's called "Home".) More writings to come in June...if the plot bunnies will hop into my direction, that is.

[Alora Undomiel]

Send those bunnies along to me after you're finished with them, okey dokie?

[Arryle]

Chases plot bunnies along on Nivina's path...

[Nivina]

Oh... those plot bunnies are nagging impatiently at my brains. If someone could take over my research project I'd happily write them down.

Only four weekses to go, Precioussss. Then I can write tons of stories... amongst them some nice Frodo ones.

[Arryle]

Does a Happy Hobbit Dance(TM)...

Wooo hooooo!

[Nivina]

Does a Happy Hobbit Dance(TM)...

Awww! You're too cute!

I've still no time to write, but I'll post a little drabble I've written some time ago to keep you dancing.

September 22nd, 1422
Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and don't make any money from my writings.
A/N: Please note that English isn't my first language. Corrections and criticism are always welcome.

Bilbo and Frodo were looking out at the Sea. The sun was sinking slowly, and the two hobbits felt quite small in the beauty of Valinor.
"Well, I bet Hobbiton misses our great feasts..." Bilbo chuckled.
Frodo put out some pipeweed.
"I think there'll be lots of ale flowing at the inns tonight." His eyes sparkled in the leaving daylight. "True hobbits would never miss a reason to party."
Bilbo made an undefinable sound and puffed at his pipe. He ruffled Frodo‘s hair and Frodo laid his head onto Bilbo‘s shoulder. The hobbits enjoyed the peace surrounding them.

[Arryle]

"True hobbits would never miss a reason to party."

Now those are words to live by if ever I heard any!

[Nivina]

*dances the Funky Chicken*

[Arryle]

OK...so I now cannot get the image of Frodo dancing the Funky Chicken out of my head!1

It's all your fault, darn it!!!!

[Nivina]

My fault???


Noooo.

The Precioussss made usss do it.

At least it's quite the funny image you have in mind there.

And no. I'll not write a Funky Chicken fic.