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getyourwordsout challenge.
It begins around Bilbo's famous 111th birthday party; the snippet under the cut is set a while after his departure...
It was like coming to a strange land. A green land. The plain surrounding the Mountain and Dale was fresh and verdant with fields and pastures, dotted here and there with small orchards, the new leaves in the trees barely visible through the white and pink foam of blossom.
And the Mountain herself wore wreaths of white and pale green lace. ‘Heavens.’ Bilbo let his pony amble to a stop, and others passed him by as he sat and stared. ‘I knew you had repaired and built… but it appears I never understood just how much.’
‘We have been at it awhile,’ Fíli conceded. ‘And some of those terraces date from great-grandfather’s day, we’ve but extended them. The irrigation works, though--’ he gestured over the fields-- ‘are all newly built. I’m told they make a great difference for the farming.’
‘So they would,’ Bilbo said absently, thinking of the arid, barren landscape of his memory and nightmares. ‘I see how they would. I can hardly recognize the place for all the green.’
‘Sixty years is a long time.’
‘Of course… of course it is.’ And he wondered briefly what else might have been transformed by the passing of years.
getyourwordsout challenge.It begins around Bilbo's famous 111th birthday party; the snippet under the cut is set a while after his departure...
It was like coming to a strange land. A green land. The plain surrounding the Mountain and Dale was fresh and verdant with fields and pastures, dotted here and there with small orchards, the new leaves in the trees barely visible through the white and pink foam of blossom.
And the Mountain herself wore wreaths of white and pale green lace. ‘Heavens.’ Bilbo let his pony amble to a stop, and others passed him by as he sat and stared. ‘I knew you had repaired and built… but it appears I never understood just how much.’
‘We have been at it awhile,’ Fíli conceded. ‘And some of those terraces date from great-grandfather’s day, we’ve but extended them. The irrigation works, though--’ he gestured over the fields-- ‘are all newly built. I’m told they make a great difference for the farming.’
‘So they would,’ Bilbo said absently, thinking of the arid, barren landscape of his memory and nightmares. ‘I see how they would. I can hardly recognize the place for all the green.’
‘Sixty years is a long time.’
‘Of course… of course it is.’ And he wondered briefly what else might have been transformed by the passing of years.
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Date: 2019-01-30 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-31 02:54 pm (UTC)(no, seriously, I only have about 6k and change of this atm, and it'll probably at least triple before it's done)