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halfelven · a day ago
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only yesterday
‘It doesn’t hurt anymore,’ Frodo says, and he means only right now, but he doesn’t specify. Elrond’s gaze shifts from Frodo’s shoulder to his eyes. He looks almost guilty in the moment that their eyes meet, like he hadn’t meant to stare, or he hadn’t meant to be caught, but Frodo turns his head away to look at Bilbo: he is sleeping. The sea rocks the ship like it is the waves and not the wind that moves them so quickly forward.
Elrond is quiet. He’s always quiet now.
Elrond has cuts on the palm of his hands in curves like little moons where his nails have bitten him. He turns his hands palm down on his knees when he catches Frodo looking.
There should be something more to say. He should be happier. Bilbo’s hand is warm in Frodo’s broken hand.
Galadriel laughs with Gandalf at the bow of the ship. Her hair is wild in the sun. Frodo doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anyone so happy.
‘Her family is waiting,’ Elrond says.
Frodo nods once because he already knows.
Frodo’s family isn’t waiting. They’re either on this ship, going forward too fast to turn around, or they’re back on the shore, learning to move on. There is no one he knows waiting for him on that far shore. He almost says this, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t think about it again.
He thinksof Sam’s brown eyes, and how Samcried so hard that henearly changed his mind.
That isn’t true. He did change his mind, six times at least, but he changed it back because the pain was dragging through his body, and he knew he wasn’t going to live. He couldn’t. It was all too much, no matter how vague saying that is, it was true.
Frodo slumps a bit forward, shifting Bilbo’s head on his left shoulder.
‘It doesn’t hurt,’ he says again, even though it does. His eyes have flooded with tears so fast and so strong that the world is only unspecified shapes in bleeding colours. That is his last memory of Sam and Merry and Pippin—they bled into the world like they belonged there. That will always be his last memory of them. He doesn’t know if Elrond is looking at him, but his voice is choked enough that Elrond would know he was crying even if he didn’t look.
Elrond lays his hand on Frodo’s knee. It is gentle in the way that nothing but far off dream-stained memories are—gentle like a summer morning in the Shire when the world was green and filled with buttercups, and the sunlight shone in a wondrous stream that painted the tall grass golden were the fairy flies flew.
But that is only a memory, and it would always be only a memory whether he stayed or whether he went. Elves live in their memories, he’s heard. Maybe it’s true. Everything is so much simpler in memories.
Even the pain.
Sometimes he misses the pain, the violence, because it was something to fill him—something to concentrate on. It was burning, but it was something to fight. It gave him a reason. There were seconds even where it made him feel whole. It was there always. It was his only companion.
That is a lie.
Sam was.
‘Does Sam know I’m sorry?’ he says, sudden and wild, waking Bilbo. Sam was too young.
‘Yes,’ Elrond says.
Frodo wipes his eyes with the back of his unbroken hand. He smiles at Bilbo. Bilbo can never blame himself.
‘It’s getting cold,’ he says.
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chongotheartist · 2 days ago
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Starting bids for my new NFT art start at $420,00,000,000.69 (00.01 Etherium)
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danskjavlarna · a day ago
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"When I think of the days I lost."  From Movie Classic, 1934.
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amorgansgal · 2 days ago
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How would Arthur (modern world or not) be towards a female reader who’s mother just passed away? How would he comfort her?
Hello, sorry this took me a while. I'm afraid I've been dwelling a lot on the lost of my best friend, so every time I tried to write with it just stumped me because gaah feelings. I hope this is ok, even if it is quite short, but grief is hard to write about (I mean it's never easy, but being in close contact with it makes it harder).
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Arthur Supporting a Grieving F/Reader
Arthur understands from his own experience that grief comes in many different ways and there’s no right way to mourn.
He’s a man of few words, but he’ll tell you how sorry he is and hold you close, rocking you back and forth in his arms.
If you don’t want to be held though and feel like you need air, he’ll let you go, but offer you a hand for you to hold.
Later at night, if you want to cry, he’ll nestle you close in his arms and let you sob into his chest. He’ll soothingly rub his hand over your back and stroke through your hair.
He may even talk about his own experiences later, opening up about how it felt to lose Isaac and Eliza. Not to take away from what you’re going through, but just to let you know he understands the pain of losing a loved one.
He’ll help around the house a lot more, cooking food, cleaning and taking on things that you feel unable to manage. But he’ll also be willing to drop it all if you just want to go for a walk or to visit friends and family.
He’ll accompany you at the funeral, gently holding your hand or keeping his arm around your waist if he feels that you’re struggling. He’ll make sure to bring a beautiful bouquet of flowers and include those he knows your mum liked.
Afterwards, he’ll take you home and break open a bottle of whiskey to toast her memory and to share good stories about her.
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juyeonms · 8 months ago
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oh no... oh no no no no no non
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kaban-bang · 17 days ago
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thanks to @sleepy-hailey for the idea
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catscafecomics · 6 months ago
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A reminder for Cat...
When dealing with loss or any emotional event, it's important to remember to let yourself feel. I have been distracting myself from my own feelings and it was good to have Rabbit reminder it's okay to let myself feel.
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p-trichor · 3 months ago
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Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, Les Miserables // Dove, Interrupted, Lucie Brock-Broido // Dead Poets Society (1989) // Elsa's Song, The Amazing Devil // Home, Beetlejuice // Jojo Rabbit (2019) // Little Beast, Richard Siken // Francis Forever, Mitski
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mythoughts-and-emotions · 3 months ago
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I once begged someone to love me the way I loved them and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever done.
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getstickbuggedlol · a year ago
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cherry-flavored-content · 5 months ago
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inthedarktrees · 5 months ago
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Prayer for new cat, 1951
Barbara Ann Ostrom – 11 years, praying for new cat in front of grave of her other cat, Snow White, which was poisoned.
Snow, Los Angeles Examiner, November 27, 1951
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