Tolkien Fan Fiction
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For Claudia's birthday--a drabble and a half. Beta by RiverOtter. |
“Is she comely?” Surprised, Aragorn pulled his gaze from the beauty of the dawn that had indeed reminded him of his beloved Arwen to consider the Hobbit now standing beside him. “Is who comely?” Frodo gave him a twisted smile. “I’ve seen that look on too many of my cousins’ faces to mistake it for anything but longing.” “You are certain I long for a woman?” Frodo shrugged. “And you--is there one of whom you think with longing?” The Hobbit’s expression grew distant. “And what Hobbitess of good standing would wish to ally herself with as eccentric a soul as I’ve proved?” “You have not answered my question.” Frodo gave him a sharp look. “Neither have you answered mine--neither of them.” The Man and Hobbit examined one another. “Then perhaps we should count the score even,” suggested Aragorn. After a brief pause to consider the proposal, Frodo agreed. |