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The Library of Waking Dreams by matildafilch (NC-17)
Fandom: LORD OF THE RINGS
Author: matildafilch
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matildafilch
Pairing: Sam/Frodo
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
One of the best things about reading fanfiction in livejournal is being able to read the comments from other readers. Overwhelmingly the response to this story concentrates on the vivid quality of the description, the characterisation of both Sam and Frodo as different, but entirely complimentary personalities and the hitherto unknown eroticism involved in reshelving books.
It is a hot July day and Frodo has decided to reorganise his library which necessitates Sam's help. The heat of the room, the close proximity and the simmering tension between Sam and Frodo are so vividly conjured that the narrative almost becomes the cinematic 'fourth wall'. I loved the pace of this story; like a hot summer's day, it is impossible to race through it.
"Let’s see. You’ve just been moving the History…" Frodo moved over slightly to let Sam beside him to look at the ledger. "Now, I think that perhaps…" His words faded. They stood together in the bright sun streaming through the windows, and Frodo bent his head over the pages filled with titles, authors, binding dimensions, categories… none of which was of much interest to Sam. Sam rested his hands on the desk, and watched and waited while Frodo swept his eyes over the pages. A child’s cry in the distance drew Sam’s gaze to the window and the garden beyond. A breeze was playing over the foxgloves, making them nod and the sun beat down on the lawn. The grass was still looking parched, flat and yellowing, despite Sam’s efforts. In his mind, he wandered around the beds, dead-heading and pruning as he went.
His attention was brought sharply back into the room when he felt the unmistakable sensation of skin against skin as a hand brushed over his. He snatched his hand towards himself, as if a stray spark from a fire had caught him, and then immediately felt foolish.
The Library of Waking Dreams by Matildafilch
Author: matildafilch
Author on lj:
matildafilchPairing: Sam/Frodo
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
One of the best things about reading fanfiction in livejournal is being able to read the comments from other readers. Overwhelmingly the response to this story concentrates on the vivid quality of the description, the characterisation of both Sam and Frodo as different, but entirely complimentary personalities and the hitherto unknown eroticism involved in reshelving books.
It is a hot July day and Frodo has decided to reorganise his library which necessitates Sam's help. The heat of the room, the close proximity and the simmering tension between Sam and Frodo are so vividly conjured that the narrative almost becomes the cinematic 'fourth wall'. I loved the pace of this story; like a hot summer's day, it is impossible to race through it.
"Let’s see. You’ve just been moving the History…" Frodo moved over slightly to let Sam beside him to look at the ledger. "Now, I think that perhaps…" His words faded. They stood together in the bright sun streaming through the windows, and Frodo bent his head over the pages filled with titles, authors, binding dimensions, categories… none of which was of much interest to Sam. Sam rested his hands on the desk, and watched and waited while Frodo swept his eyes over the pages. A child’s cry in the distance drew Sam’s gaze to the window and the garden beyond. A breeze was playing over the foxgloves, making them nod and the sun beat down on the lawn. The grass was still looking parched, flat and yellowing, despite Sam’s efforts. In his mind, he wandered around the beds, dead-heading and pruning as he went.
His attention was brought sharply back into the room when he felt the unmistakable sensation of skin against skin as a hand brushed over his. He snatched his hand towards himself, as if a stray spark from a fire had caught him, and then immediately felt foolish.
The Library of Waking Dreams by Matildafilch