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matrixrefugeeHey look! A Fanfic Rose! Trust me, I have not forgotten this challenge, I've just been dragging my heels about it, and I feel really bad about this. I've had to cut a few fics that I wanted to post, if I'm going to get this done by March 15th, aka White Day in Japan.
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A red rose and a white rose tied together with a golden silk ribbon, for Henry and Monica Swinton;
A tiny pink rosebud and a thick thorny stem without any blossoms at all for Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru
A rose so dark a red that it is almost maroon, with heavy thorns hidden under its lush green leaves, and a brighter red rose with few thorns, tied together with a delicate silver chain, for the Merovingian and Neo
A twig of pink and a twig of white wild roses, with thick, brambly stems, bound together with a red velvet cord, for Phedre no Delaunay and Melisande Shahrizai.
A small blue rose and a white and yellow daisy tied together with a big blue ribbon for David and Teddy
A small black rosebud for Rukia Kuchiki
A tiny white rosebud and a brilliant red rose with sharp thorns for Ukyou Sakuraiji and Kazutaka Muraki
A pink single rose and a white one for Rosie Cotton and Samwise Gamgee.
"Kisses Sweeter Than Wine"
DISCLAIMER: I (certainly!) do not own "The Lord of the Rings", its characters, settings, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of the late, great John Ronald Reul Tolkien, Ballantine Books, et al.
Author's Note: Okay, a bit of a corny title, but I've always liked the phrase and I think it fits this pair. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tomboy_typist who requested a fic based on the prompt "wine". I have to admit, this was a very hard fic to write since I hold "Uncle John"'s magnum opus in such high esteem that I don't know if I could possibly do it justice; but I rose to the challenge and I'm glad that I did!
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Rosie Cotton loved to dance and catch the eyes of the young Hobbits of Hobbiton, and most of all, she loved to dance at the Harvest Festival. But the only pair of eyes whose gaze she wanted to meet, rather than glance into before she giggled and tripped away, were the honest brown eyes of Samwise Gamgee.
She did not spot him among the crowd of young hobbits gathered on the sidelines, watching the dancers and peering shyly at the other young hobbit-maids dancing on the green. And he certainly wasn't among the young wags who tried to dance with her before she giggled and whirled away.
Trying to dodge Ferris Bolger, she nearly ran into Samwise himself. He fumbled a flagon he was carrying, spilling a few sweet and fruity drops which she could just smell on the breeze. She stopped in her tracks, breathing hard from her exertions, feeling her sweat on her brow and a gummy feeling in her mouth.
Sam smiled into her eyes and held out the flagon to her. "You look like you need this, Rosie," he said. "Besides, me old Gaffer says the new vintage don't taste so sweet till a pretty girl has a sip of it."
"Am I pretty enough?" she asked with a smile, a tremble of excitement and hope running through her limbs.
"As pretty as a harvest moon," Sam said with a broad smile, his eyes twinkling. He held out the cup to her lips; she took it from him and drank a dainty sip from it like a high-born lady in one of the old stories, letting the wine roll over her tongue before she swallowed it.
She lifted her lips to Sam's eyes, seeing his lips parting in a smile. Sam leaned down and kissed her cheek, but she reached up and gently turned his face toward her, pulling him closer so that she could stretch up and kiss him on the mouth. She felt his lips part in a sigh and he drew back, smiling down at her, his eyes foolish yet pleased.
"Me dad was right," he said.
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A red rose and a white rose tied together with a golden silk ribbon, for Henry and Monica Swinton;
A tiny pink rosebud and a thick thorny stem without any blossoms at all for Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru
A rose so dark a red that it is almost maroon, with heavy thorns hidden under its lush green leaves, and a brighter red rose with few thorns, tied together with a delicate silver chain, for the Merovingian and Neo
A twig of pink and a twig of white wild roses, with thick, brambly stems, bound together with a red velvet cord, for Phedre no Delaunay and Melisande Shahrizai.
A small blue rose and a white and yellow daisy tied together with a big blue ribbon for David and Teddy
A small black rosebud for Rukia Kuchiki
A tiny white rosebud and a brilliant red rose with sharp thorns for Ukyou Sakuraiji and Kazutaka Muraki
A pink single rose and a white one for Rosie Cotton and Samwise Gamgee.
"Kisses Sweeter Than Wine"
DISCLAIMER: I (certainly!) do not own "The Lord of the Rings", its characters, settings, concepts or other indicia, which are the property of the late, great John Ronald Reul Tolkien, Ballantine Books, et al.
Author's Note: Okay, a bit of a corny title, but I've always liked the phrase and I think it fits this pair. Written for
tomboy_typist who requested a fic based on the prompt "wine". I have to admit, this was a very hard fic to write since I hold "Uncle John"'s magnum opus in such high esteem that I don't know if I could possibly do it justice; but I rose to the challenge and I'm glad that I did!----------------------------------------------------------------------
Rosie Cotton loved to dance and catch the eyes of the young Hobbits of Hobbiton, and most of all, she loved to dance at the Harvest Festival. But the only pair of eyes whose gaze she wanted to meet, rather than glance into before she giggled and tripped away, were the honest brown eyes of Samwise Gamgee.
She did not spot him among the crowd of young hobbits gathered on the sidelines, watching the dancers and peering shyly at the other young hobbit-maids dancing on the green. And he certainly wasn't among the young wags who tried to dance with her before she giggled and whirled away.
Trying to dodge Ferris Bolger, she nearly ran into Samwise himself. He fumbled a flagon he was carrying, spilling a few sweet and fruity drops which she could just smell on the breeze. She stopped in her tracks, breathing hard from her exertions, feeling her sweat on her brow and a gummy feeling in her mouth.
Sam smiled into her eyes and held out the flagon to her. "You look like you need this, Rosie," he said. "Besides, me old Gaffer says the new vintage don't taste so sweet till a pretty girl has a sip of it."
"Am I pretty enough?" she asked with a smile, a tremble of excitement and hope running through her limbs.
"As pretty as a harvest moon," Sam said with a broad smile, his eyes twinkling. He held out the cup to her lips; she took it from him and drank a dainty sip from it like a high-born lady in one of the old stories, letting the wine roll over her tongue before she swallowed it.
She lifted her lips to Sam's eyes, seeing his lips parting in a smile. Sam leaned down and kissed her cheek, but she reached up and gently turned his face toward her, pulling him closer so that she could stretch up and kiss him on the mouth. She felt his lips part in a sigh and he drew back, smiling down at her, his eyes foolish yet pleased.
"Me dad was right," he said.
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Date: 2010-03-09 04:35 am (UTC)