Running (A/B, G, 1/1)
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Author: P.R. Zed
Rating: G
Pairing: A/B
Summary:
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Professor; the idea belongs to me.
Feedback: Please and thank you
Kind of an FPS companion piece to Waiting.
Running
The second night is when it hits him worst.
The second night that they've been running after the Uruk-hai.
It's the deepest part of the night. So dark, he thinks he'll never see the sun again. So cold, that every movement sends ice shards through his bones. He can barely manage to put one foot in front of the other, but he must or the hobbits will die.
Die. Like the son of Gondor's steward.
And that's when he feels it, a clenching in his gut that threatens to stop his breath. Moisture prickles his eyes and, just for a moment, he falters. Just for a moment, he slows his pace. In his mind's eye he sees green eyes crinkling with too rare humour, sparking in passion. Fading in death.
He presses a fist into one eye, then the other, stopping tears that have not yet fallen, that must not fall. He cannot afford to feel now, to let emotion best him.
Instead, he thinks of the strength of the one who is lost, the one who wore these vambraces before him. He concentrates on the feel of the leather at his wrists, the last concrete reminder of the man who is no longer at his side.
He banishes thoughts of words whispered, of promises made that can never be kept. Sends them to a hidden place where he can visit them later. Where he can cherish them when other lives do not depend on him. When he can think about the one life he could not save, the one life above all others he would have saved.
He draws the darkness of night about him like a protective cloak and takes a deep breath that almost, but not quite catches in his throat.
And he runs.
Author: P.R. Zed
Rating: G
Pairing: A/B
Summary:
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Professor; the idea belongs to me.
Feedback: Please and thank you
Kind of an FPS companion piece to Waiting.
Running
The second night is when it hits him worst.
The second night that they've been running after the Uruk-hai.
It's the deepest part of the night. So dark, he thinks he'll never see the sun again. So cold, that every movement sends ice shards through his bones. He can barely manage to put one foot in front of the other, but he must or the hobbits will die.
Die. Like the son of Gondor's steward.
And that's when he feels it, a clenching in his gut that threatens to stop his breath. Moisture prickles his eyes and, just for a moment, he falters. Just for a moment, he slows his pace. In his mind's eye he sees green eyes crinkling with too rare humour, sparking in passion. Fading in death.
He presses a fist into one eye, then the other, stopping tears that have not yet fallen, that must not fall. He cannot afford to feel now, to let emotion best him.
Instead, he thinks of the strength of the one who is lost, the one who wore these vambraces before him. He concentrates on the feel of the leather at his wrists, the last concrete reminder of the man who is no longer at his side.
He banishes thoughts of words whispered, of promises made that can never be kept. Sends them to a hidden place where he can visit them later. Where he can cherish them when other lives do not depend on him. When he can think about the one life he could not save, the one life above all others he would have saved.
He draws the darkness of night about him like a protective cloak and takes a deep breath that almost, but not quite catches in his throat.
And he runs.
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Date: 2003-04-09 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 03:30 pm (UTC)I read Mourning (http://www.livejournal.com/community/contrelamontre/148951.html) yesterday and immediately started writing this. And I just read
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Date: 2003-04-09 04:43 pm (UTC)No, seriously, I think his situation lends itself to tragic musings.
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Date: 2003-04-09 08:11 pm (UTC)And can I just thank you for being one of the people responsible for bringing me into the fandom. Love your stories.
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Date: 2003-04-09 08:19 pm (UTC)even though, officially, I do not know that RPS exists. Thank you!no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)And I'm always happy to see correct usage of the word "vambraces."
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Date: 2003-04-10 06:36 am (UTC)As for vambraces, what can I say. I'm a military history geek from way back. I can also tell you what paldrons and tassets are. ;)
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Date: 2003-04-10 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-10 07:58 pm (UTC)*sniff*
*sniff*
*wail*
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Date: 2003-04-11 01:10 pm (UTC)