Hobbits Who Run With Wargs, or Beneath the Stars: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

In a moonlit clearing in the Old Forest, surrounded by snow covered trees and sheltering rocks, and creeks burbling quietly under ice, a ranger knelt beside a hobbit who arrived there not of his own volition. And it was clear the perils of the wild had not been kind to this dweller of the gentle hills. But the arduous chase was ended. The nightmare ride was over. And wrapped in the anguish that had become all that was left for him of Middle-earth on this gruesome journey, the hobbit reached to the friend who had come to his side beyond the bounds of hope . . . .

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[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*clasps Bingo's hand gently in his own* I'll be in trouble when you get well? Then I'll use my best healing techniques for your pains and scrapes if that's your promise. *eyes twinkle merrily in the moonlight*

*slides his other arm lightly yet protectively around Bingo making his own body a haven of comforting repose for his recuperating friend* Sleep now, brave one, and dream of pleasant things, if you must dream at all. I'll not leave your side tonight, Bingo. Not at all...not at all...*voice trails off sleepily*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*clasps (http://www.digicamhelp.com/images/articles/clasped-hands.jpg) back, chuckles sleepily* Mmmmmhmmm.

*sinks sleepily against Arathorn's arm* I am glad. Good night, vanima mellon . . . *snuggles tightly against him as he drifts into sleep*