Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Another Insomnia Drabble |
That gap was too tempting not to write into it. |
| I have been holding your hand for three days and three nights now. Still it feels cold in my palm. You talk in your sleep, you writhe, you scream. Sometimes you open your eyes with a flash, and my heart bounces – he’s awake – but it’s always just another dream. Seeing you like this gives me pain. Even the great Elven Lord seems at his wits’ end, so how could I possibly help you? All I can do is sit here. Be with you. Hold your hand. If I could only have taken your place and be injured instead. But I’m still here, tired, unhurt. I’m here. |