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Shirriff by Cara Loup (G)
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: if applicable, Frodo/Sam
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caraloup
Author Website: http://bitoflight.luminousbeings.net/LightPassingBetween.htm
Why this must be read:
Cara Loup writes shimmering, detailed prose that flows like sweet water and gently conveys a three-dimensional image of the Shire. In the Light Passing Between series she explores Sam and Frodo’s homecoming from several different POVs, giving each character their own voice and their own agency. In “Shirrif” she gives us Robin Smallburrow’s journey from being a collaborationist back to grace; also, she depicts how the Shire changed during the long year of Troubles, and how it healed again afterwards, and how the hobbits of the Shire view the Travellers while those four hobbits ruefully bear that awe and try to dispel it. All of this is conveyed in an authentic, beautifully realized first person voice.
And what was that, Robin, mightn't you ask? Aye, well, I'll tell ye now, I had a fondness for the roaming about, I did, ever since my dad died, and for chatting with folk up and down the country and watching over things put to order. I was a Shirriff nigh on seven years when the troubles began, but I didn't see it then. 'Twasn't just me though, wearing the wool thick over my eyes, that I know. You watch a scantling of change pop up here and the next over there, and you start itching a bit wondering where it's all leading, but it ain't your place to call it wrong, if you follow.
My job never was righting a wrong that don't shout at you like a broken fence or a sacked bed of cabbage. We've had all a'that later, true enough, but the wrong weren't shouting at first. When Lotho Pimple took to wearing big hats and making like the Lord of the Shire, me and the lads was all saying how we'd wish the true Baggins back. Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo, that is, and it's to our shame that we never marked how good they used to be with folk, when it were them living under the Hill. Aye, for a while there I thought Sam might never have words with me again, and I wouldn't have a-blamed him. But he's not a one like that, as I should've known and his Gaffer would've told me, too, don't you doubt it.
Shirrif
Pairing: if applicable, Frodo/Sam
Author on LJ:
caraloupAuthor Website: http://bitoflight.luminousbeings.net/LightPassingBetween.htm
Why this must be read:
Cara Loup writes shimmering, detailed prose that flows like sweet water and gently conveys a three-dimensional image of the Shire. In the Light Passing Between series she explores Sam and Frodo’s homecoming from several different POVs, giving each character their own voice and their own agency. In “Shirrif” she gives us Robin Smallburrow’s journey from being a collaborationist back to grace; also, she depicts how the Shire changed during the long year of Troubles, and how it healed again afterwards, and how the hobbits of the Shire view the Travellers while those four hobbits ruefully bear that awe and try to dispel it. All of this is conveyed in an authentic, beautifully realized first person voice.
And what was that, Robin, mightn't you ask? Aye, well, I'll tell ye now, I had a fondness for the roaming about, I did, ever since my dad died, and for chatting with folk up and down the country and watching over things put to order. I was a Shirriff nigh on seven years when the troubles began, but I didn't see it then. 'Twasn't just me though, wearing the wool thick over my eyes, that I know. You watch a scantling of change pop up here and the next over there, and you start itching a bit wondering where it's all leading, but it ain't your place to call it wrong, if you follow.
My job never was righting a wrong that don't shout at you like a broken fence or a sacked bed of cabbage. We've had all a'that later, true enough, but the wrong weren't shouting at first. When Lotho Pimple took to wearing big hats and making like the Lord of the Shire, me and the lads was all saying how we'd wish the true Baggins back. Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo, that is, and it's to our shame that we never marked how good they used to be with folk, when it were them living under the Hill. Aye, for a while there I thought Sam might never have words with me again, and I wouldn't have a-blamed him. But he's not a one like that, as I should've known and his Gaffer would've told me, too, don't you doubt it.
Shirrif