Oh, this is just so calming and beautiful : ) It left me with such a lovely sense of peacefulness.
Thank you SO much for dedicating it to me, and for letting me be your Merry!
I especially loved the same part that Dreamflower quoted above:
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Oh, this is just so calming and beautiful : ) It left me with such a lovely sense of peacefulness.
Thank you SO much for dedicating it to me, and for letting me be your Merry!
I especially loved the same part that Dreamflower quoted above:
<i><Something tight caught in Pippin’s throat for a moment as his cousin settled, arranging blankets and such before drifting off. For a long moment he only sound in the room was that of their soft breathing and the crackling of the fire as it slowly died.
Moving his heavy hand, Pippin reached up and entwined his fingers with those of Merry’s, taking comfort in the familiar lines and creases.
This time, as he stared blurrily into the fading flames, the tears prickling his eyes and staining his cheeks had nothing to do with sorrow….and all to do with the love pressed tightly against him./i>
And you will notice how many folks said here that they wished you wuld write more! Send me back those stories that I had sent you so long ago! There was very little to be done on a couple of them, and they will be ready for posting. I especially want to see Merry's feet, and the Gimli and Pippin stories posted! And I am so eager to see what you have written on the Bath Fic... : )
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Thank you SO much for dedicating it to me, and for letting me be your Merry!
I especially loved the same part that Dreamflower quoted above:
Thank you SO much for dedicating it to me, and for letting me be your Merry!
I especially loved the same part that Dreamflower quoted above:
<i><Something tight caught in Pippin’s throat for a moment as his cousin settled, arranging blankets and such before drifting off. For a long moment he only sound in the room was that of their soft breathing and the crackling of the fire as it slowly died.
Moving his heavy hand, Pippin reached up and entwined his fingers with those of Merry’s, taking comfort in the familiar lines and creases.
This time, as he stared blurrily into the fading flames, the tears prickling his eyes and staining his cheeks had nothing to do with sorrow….and all to do with the love pressed tightly against him./i>
And you will notice how many folks said here that they wished you wuld write more! Send me back those stories that I had sent you so long ago! There was very little to be done on a couple of them, and they will be ready for posting. I especially want to see Merry's feet, and the Gimli and Pippin stories posted! And I am so eager to see what you have written on the Bath Fic... : )
((((Piplover))))