*gains a moment of focus above the haze of pain and coldness, sees the eyes above him glinting with a brighter fire* I'll never see Samwise's and Frodo's finished herb shop; I'll never know what Cele . . . Celeb . . . wanted to tell me; I'll never know what Celly and Melba's assessment of the Elf is; I'll never know how well Essy's bake goods sell, I'll never know how Tiger's game goes; I'll never know what Uncle Sennie's been doing in his room all this time . . . maybe that's not so bad . . . ;I'll never know what Gramma Addy cooked for dinner . . . what was in Tobey's letter to Aragorn, what the skin on Arathorn's chest tastes like . . . *his hand alights upon a rock beside him*
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:50 am (UTC)I'll never see Samwise's and Frodo's finished herb shop; I'll never know what Cele . . . Celeb . . . wanted to tell me; I'll never know what Celly and Melba's assessment of the Elf is; I'll never know how well Essy's bake goods sell, I'll never know how Tiger's game goes; I'll never know what Uncle Sennie's been doing in his room all this time . . . maybe that's not so bad . . . ;I'll never know what Gramma Addy cooked for dinner . . . what was in Tobey's letter to Aragorn, what the skin on Arathorn's chest tastes like . . .*his hand alights upon a rock beside him*