Tag: frodo baggins

Almost he yielded to the desire for help and counsel, to tell this grave young man, whose words seemed so wise and fair, all that was in his mind. But something held him back. His heart was heavy with fear and sorrow: if he and Sam were indeed, as seemed likely, all that was now left of the Nine Walkers, then he was in sole command of the secret of their errand. Better mistrust undeserved than rash words.

Frodo, The Two Towers (via one-small-garden)

east of the sun and west of the moon, any character/pairing

Kind of slow fic heavy on the rich descriptions – Bilbo and Frodo, some time a fair bit after they first arrive in Tol Eressëa, when Bilbo thinks he’s going to die soon. They decide to go to mainland Valinor and head to the gardens of Lorien. The descriptions of the people and landscape of eressea and valinor are focused solely on the sensory and emotional aspects, no intellectual analysis, and are weird-but-not exciting, vivid, a walk through an indescribably fascinating fairyland treated with the same sort of ambling hominess as the early chapters of the quest in FotR. They reach Lorien at night and have a picnic. They talk about the most oddball, inconsequential, irrelevant little memories of the past they have, discuss the way those memories have changed since coming to Aman. They nap and dream at early dawn, of scraps of tales that fall away like sea spray. They see the edge of the old flat world as it once used to be, they see visions of sailors blown into the paths all about the straight road, where sea and sky are one.