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Feb. 11th, 2004 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honeyspiderHow much of an uber-dork does it make me that I made a Slytherin tie? A lot? Good. *reads Silmarillion, listens to Labyrinth, and waves her dork flag*
Waa. My hair is insane. I really want to go get it cut but then if it goes bad I’ll have to be going to Ireland with it. So maybe I’ll hold off.
Oh, yeah, please don’t think this is an entry about something, cause I’m just randomly babbling. Hey, probably better than compulsively making icons, right? Speaking of icons,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
persephone_20: I made a few Labyrinth icons over at my icon journal. I would have made more, but finding pics for that movie is a bitch! *wants good pictures*
Anyway, a little something I wrote forgoma_ness. It’s nothing amazing, girl, but I know it’s your favourite lotr pairing ^_^
The journey home was long and Merry had spent it watching Frodo. He rode slightly ahead of the other three now, and his face was dark, lost in thought. And Merry wished, more than anything, that Frodo would tell him what those thoughts were. He hated that he had not been with Frodo on that dark road through Mordor. He hated hearing of how he had suffered, and knowing that it must have been so much worse than he could ever imagine.
And now summer evenings in the Shire seemed so long ago. But even though it was a lifetime away, Merry could still remember. He remembered the way Frodo’s hair was soft against his skin. And he remembered how Frodo used to kiss him; sweet, loving and fiery all at the same time. And he remembered the way that Frodo’s smile could light up any room and make Merry’s heart overflow when the smile was for him.
And Merry just wished he would smile now.
Waa. My hair is insane. I really want to go get it cut but then if it goes bad I’ll have to be going to Ireland with it. So maybe I’ll hold off.
Oh, yeah, please don’t think this is an entry about something, cause I’m just randomly babbling. Hey, probably better than compulsively making icons, right? Speaking of icons,
persephone_20: I made a few Labyrinth icons over at my icon journal. I would have made more, but finding pics for that movie is a bitch! *wants good pictures*Anyway, a little something I wrote for
goma_ness. It’s nothing amazing, girl, but I know it’s your favourite lotr pairing ^_^The journey home was long and Merry had spent it watching Frodo. He rode slightly ahead of the other three now, and his face was dark, lost in thought. And Merry wished, more than anything, that Frodo would tell him what those thoughts were. He hated that he had not been with Frodo on that dark road through Mordor. He hated hearing of how he had suffered, and knowing that it must have been so much worse than he could ever imagine.
And now summer evenings in the Shire seemed so long ago. But even though it was a lifetime away, Merry could still remember. He remembered the way Frodo’s hair was soft against his skin. And he remembered how Frodo used to kiss him; sweet, loving and fiery all at the same time. And he remembered the way that Frodo’s smile could light up any room and make Merry’s heart overflow when the smile was for him.
And Merry just wished he would smile now.
