perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics, @ 2008-04-23 11:12:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
Entry tags: | frodo, gen, gifts, lord of the rings, rated g |
Writing
Title:Writing
Rating:G
Summary:Frodo just can't decide on what to write!
For Nilfy!
Frodo sat scribbling at his desk. Every so often he would ball up a piece of parchment and throw onto the floor. Sometimes he would throw his quill down, and one time when he did this, he knocked over a bottle of ink. Luckily, the bottle was empty, but it wouldn't have mattered, as there were already ink stains on the desk and on Frodo.
"Frodo, why are you throwin' away all that paper?" Sam asked. He had been watching his master toss the parchment behind his back for fifteen minutes now, and it seemed to be a good time to ask why.
"I'm trying to write a story, and I just can't get it right!"
"What is it about?"
"Well...It starts out with this boy living with his aunt and uncle who don't treat him fairly, and he gets all of these letters by owls-"
"Owls!"
"Yes, owls! And then he finds out he's a wizard and he goes to a school to be taught how to do magic. But it's not coming out right."
Sam shook his head. "But why owls?"
"They carry mail."
"That's odd."
"I know. But I have another idea for a story!" Frodo offered Sam a chair.
Sam sat down in the chair and listened.
"There's this animal....It's a big cat."
"A big cat?!"
"Called a lion. And it's like Eru, and it lives in this place called Narnia."
"A big cat like Eru. That's blasphemy!" Sam paused. "If you're going to have a character like Eru you need someone like Melkor or Sauron."
"I know!" shouted Frodo. "A witch! A white witch who makes it winter all year long."
At this remark, Frodo turned around and started writing again. After a few lines on the paper, he would throw it away and start again. Sam made a game of how long it would take before Frodo would toss another piece of parchment over his shoulder to the floor.
Finally, Frodo was satisfied with one sheet of the parchment and held it up to the light from the window. He smiled for a moment and then wadded that piece up and threw it behind his back. He dipped his quill back in the ink and began writing again. More paper was thrown away and more ink was used in fifteen minutes than Sam had ever seen in his life.
"You're wasting paper, Frodo!"
"No, I'm not!" Frodo held up three pieces of parchment. "I have plenty!"
"Frodo why don't you write something you know, instead of wasting all this paper on fake stuff?"
Frodo thought for a moment. "You're right. I should...I'll write about...the quest."