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crack_van2006-04-04 12:21 pm
rubynye.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-04-04 12:21 pm
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Boffin' by Singe (NC-17)
*curtseys* Hello, I'm RubyNye, I'm a hobbit fan, and I will be your LOTR Crack Van driver for the month of April.
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: "Folco Boffin/all female kind"
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
singeaddams
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/singeaddams/index.html
Why this must be read:
This is really funny, a bit of an homage to "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", but that's not actually why I'm reccing it. Hobbits are resilient, communal, hopeful creatures, and this story sweetly and wonderfully displays those tendencies. It's definitely an homage to the world Tolkien created.
Also, it's really, really funny.
Folco took a deep breath and turned back to his plundered home, #2 New Row on Bag Hill. He was just in time to see tiny gaps in the curtains in #1 and #3 suddenly close. Even the clipped hedges bordering Bag End were shaking. They stilled as he watched them and he softly laughed. His boys looked up at him, expectant. "We are the latest Nine Day Wonder, lads," Folco warned them and self-consciously tightened the band that was neatly tying back his hair.
Rudo took his sucked-dry sourweed out of his mouth and tossed it under a bush. "Aye, well," he said, and squared his little shoulders. He was smiling.
"Aye, well," Red echoed and threw away his sourweed, too, ever the adoring shadow of his big brother.
"If we look extra heartbroken," Folco whispered loud enough to be heard all over the hill, "Maybe the Mistress Rose will bake us a cake!"
"Ooh! A spice cake!" Rudo shout-whispered back and Red's eyes went wide with sudden hope. Rudo's head then hung low and his feet scuffled on the ground as he walked back inside. "We are sad and pitiful!" he cried.
"So saaaad!" Red whined, shuffling after.
"So pitiful!" Folco sobbed and began to limp. Bag End's hedges snickered.
Boffin'
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: "Folco Boffin/all female kind"
Author on LJ:
singeaddamsAuthor Website: http://www.geocities.com/singeaddams/index.html
Why this must be read:
This is really funny, a bit of an homage to "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", but that's not actually why I'm reccing it. Hobbits are resilient, communal, hopeful creatures, and this story sweetly and wonderfully displays those tendencies. It's definitely an homage to the world Tolkien created.
Also, it's really, really funny.
Folco took a deep breath and turned back to his plundered home, #2 New Row on Bag Hill. He was just in time to see tiny gaps in the curtains in #1 and #3 suddenly close. Even the clipped hedges bordering Bag End were shaking. They stilled as he watched them and he softly laughed. His boys looked up at him, expectant. "We are the latest Nine Day Wonder, lads," Folco warned them and self-consciously tightened the band that was neatly tying back his hair.
Rudo took his sucked-dry sourweed out of his mouth and tossed it under a bush. "Aye, well," he said, and squared his little shoulders. He was smiling.
"Aye, well," Red echoed and threw away his sourweed, too, ever the adoring shadow of his big brother.
"If we look extra heartbroken," Folco whispered loud enough to be heard all over the hill, "Maybe the Mistress Rose will bake us a cake!"
"Ooh! A spice cake!" Rudo shout-whispered back and Red's eyes went wide with sudden hope. Rudo's head then hung low and his feet scuffled on the ground as he walked back inside. "We are sad and pitiful!" he cried.
"So saaaad!" Red whined, shuffling after.
"So pitiful!" Folco sobbed and began to limp. Bag End's hedges snickered.
Boffin'