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Treasures Lost Then Found Again by Michele V. (G)
Fandom: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
Pairing: Elizabeth Darcy née Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: The Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Why this must be read:
This short and sweet story tells the tale of an old cottage that sits on the grounds of Pemberley. Shortly after her marriage, Elizabeth discovers it on one of her walks. She and Darcy--together and separately--begin to enjoy the quiet and solitude to be found there. Darcy fondly remembers how he found it as a boy and played within it.
The story goes on to tell how both adults and children of previous (and future) generations treasure the cottage, and how each generation turns it over to the next. Elizabeth and Darcy are both in character, and their voices and humor ring true. This fic is quite fluffy, but it is also an excellent short story. Highly recommended.
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"THAT old thing?", said Fitzwilliam Darcy to his bride of several months, "Elizabeth, I fear ten miles round will not be enough to contain you. Persist in wandering about like this and you'll find yourself having tea at Oak Hill with Lady Prescott." Of course this was said with a smile, some large degree of exaggeration (Oak Hill and Lady Prescott were seven miles distant), and no small degree of pride. His wife shared his love of physical exercise, and was in fact an excellent walker.
Elizabeth's next visit to the cottage found it cleared of leaves and debris, scrubbed clean, with roof and glazing patched. This somehow came as no surprise. "I used to be quite fond of that old place," said Fitzwilliam, by way of explanation. "In fact, I spent many happy hours there, playing jailer to Wickham's convict. Very fond memories, indeed." The next time around saw them both. His stated purpose in coming was to see how the repairs had gone, and his unstated one to see what else could be done to add to his wife's comfort. As touched as Elizabeth was by Darcy's thoughtfulness, she could not help but be amused by such a flurry of activity over something mentioned in passing.
"Really, Fitz! Let's not add the library just yet. And the more I think about it, a ball room might seem a bit much. Now, a small breakfast room perhaps..."
"Nonsense. I only mean to add some simple furnishings, much as it was when I first found the place. If you should happen to get caught outside in a storm you will at least have decent shelter nearby," and taking a quick glance at the hearth added, "I'll need to have the chimney cleared as well."
"And a housekeeper, Fitz. We're becoming quite grand now."
Treasures Lost Then Found Again
Pairing: Elizabeth Darcy née Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: The Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Why this must be read:
This short and sweet story tells the tale of an old cottage that sits on the grounds of Pemberley. Shortly after her marriage, Elizabeth discovers it on one of her walks. She and Darcy--together and separately--begin to enjoy the quiet and solitude to be found there. Darcy fondly remembers how he found it as a boy and played within it.
The story goes on to tell how both adults and children of previous (and future) generations treasure the cottage, and how each generation turns it over to the next. Elizabeth and Darcy are both in character, and their voices and humor ring true. This fic is quite fluffy, but it is also an excellent short story. Highly recommended.
* * *
"THAT old thing?", said Fitzwilliam Darcy to his bride of several months, "Elizabeth, I fear ten miles round will not be enough to contain you. Persist in wandering about like this and you'll find yourself having tea at Oak Hill with Lady Prescott." Of course this was said with a smile, some large degree of exaggeration (Oak Hill and Lady Prescott were seven miles distant), and no small degree of pride. His wife shared his love of physical exercise, and was in fact an excellent walker.
Elizabeth's next visit to the cottage found it cleared of leaves and debris, scrubbed clean, with roof and glazing patched. This somehow came as no surprise. "I used to be quite fond of that old place," said Fitzwilliam, by way of explanation. "In fact, I spent many happy hours there, playing jailer to Wickham's convict. Very fond memories, indeed." The next time around saw them both. His stated purpose in coming was to see how the repairs had gone, and his unstated one to see what else could be done to add to his wife's comfort. As touched as Elizabeth was by Darcy's thoughtfulness, she could not help but be amused by such a flurry of activity over something mentioned in passing.
"Really, Fitz! Let's not add the library just yet. And the more I think about it, a ball room might seem a bit much. Now, a small breakfast room perhaps..."
"Nonsense. I only mean to add some simple furnishings, much as it was when I first found the place. If you should happen to get caught outside in a storm you will at least have decent shelter nearby," and taking a quick glance at the hearth added, "I'll need to have the chimney cleared as well."
"And a housekeeper, Fitz. We're becoming quite grand now."
Treasures Lost Then Found Again