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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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Child and Pio's collaborative post
She yawned, the night now lay in its late watches . . . the lamp burned even lower. Pio closed the journal, intending to get some sleep before daylight crept on her and the twins rose to begin their day. She brought the back cover of the book in a closing arc, thinking she would finish the last of the entries when she woke. But something caught her eye in the dim light. There on the very last page, the side which faced the inner surface of the leather cover was a list. Written in a tiny letters, the spidery script gave dates and brief comments on important events in the Hobbits’ lives. Cami’s hand, it was, that had begun the barebones record and later the same hands that had taken up the entries in the main body of the book after her death carried it on. Pio held the lamp closer over the page, shielding the light from the sleeping Mithadan with her body as she turned up the wick, just a little. There it all was . . . a simply done chronicle of events . . . dates one after the other with brief comments. The whole of her friends’ lives in an area barely larger than her hand. Her index finger ran slowly down the list, begun along the right hand edge of the paper and then trailing down the middle of the same page, pausing occasionally over the ones that stood out for her . . . ~*~
~*~ The lamp guttered out, the oil in it spent. Pio lay down in the bed, the lamp now put safely back on the table. The book she put back in the drawer for safekeeping. It would be there when she woke, she thought, drifting off . . . the story of her friends caught forever between its worn covers . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside. |
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