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Where the Shadows Lie, Anne Ellis (PG)
Another character-themed rec.
Where the Shadows Lie, by Anne Ellis
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: none/gen
Author Website:Anne Ellis's fic at Versaphile
Why this Must be Read:
For starters, it's pre-Quest Frodo, who we don't see too much of. For another, it recalls the death of Frodo's parents, but in an understated fashion. It's just Frodo out swimming with his young cousins, which of course makes him think of his parents. Less a relevatory character study, and more a painting of a moment, Anne's lovely, rich-but-simple language follows Frodo's thoughts and captures the feel of a warm lazy day in the sunshine, with just the tiniest hints of darkness lying underneath.
Excerpt: The river swirled around his waist. Frodo sank into it, letting the water take his weight as it sluiced over his shoulders with a thrilling shock of cold. Pippin still clung about his neck.
"Merry said you left Buckland to live with Bilbo because your dad and your mummy died. It was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
Frodo turned to his back and lifted his feet. "I was about your age, Pip." The current cupped his body like a hand, the rocking of the river immediately taking them further from the shore.
Where the Shadows Lie, by Anne Ellis
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: none/gen
Author Website:Anne Ellis's fic at Versaphile
Why this Must be Read:
For starters, it's pre-Quest Frodo, who we don't see too much of. For another, it recalls the death of Frodo's parents, but in an understated fashion. It's just Frodo out swimming with his young cousins, which of course makes him think of his parents. Less a relevatory character study, and more a painting of a moment, Anne's lovely, rich-but-simple language follows Frodo's thoughts and captures the feel of a warm lazy day in the sunshine, with just the tiniest hints of darkness lying underneath.
Excerpt: The river swirled around his waist. Frodo sank into it, letting the water take his weight as it sluiced over his shoulders with a thrilling shock of cold. Pippin still clung about his neck.
"Merry said you left Buckland to live with Bilbo because your dad and your mummy died. It was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
Frodo turned to his back and lifted his feet. "I was about your age, Pip." The current cupped his body like a hand, the rocking of the river immediately taking them further from the shore.