Covering Up
Dec. 13th, 2009 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
written_leavesHow to hide the dirt now?
Title: Covering Up
Characters: Frodo, Rosie Cotton-Gamgee
Wordcount: 432
Summary: Alas for the fate of the Ringbearer when housecleaning is due!
Frodo stared, aghast, at his right hand; he could see through it, to the arm of the chair beneath.
The chair arm needed dusting, and rather badly at that. The chair was overstuffed, and the stuffing leaked out from around the wood where it extended from the faded upholstery, scattering the wood with its tiny fibers of ancient horsehair and straw, which then adhered to sticky spots and the veneer of hand-grease and candle-wax that adorned it. He had always meant to have it fixed, but somehow other things always seemed more pressing when he came right down to it, like napping, or having a snack.
But now, right when the lately rather fussy Rosie Gamgee was about to be returning from her marketing to clean the den!
He had always managed to hide the dust and debris of his bachelor ways, making excuses, finding reasons to keep her muscular, befrilled biceps, well-armed with rag, bucket, scrub-brush and feather-duster out of his den. But she had finally put her foot down after the children had gotten into the room in a high-spirited game of hide-and-seek and emerged covered in balls of dust, crumbs and other debris, clear up to their ears.
He had lain awake that night, listening to her tirade, declaring his den a pig-sty, she didn't care what kind of hero he was, he wasn't going to keep on living like that, not in her house, and no Sam, you be quiet! You aren't gettin' in the way this time!
It was the very next morning that he had received his formal notice, just after breakfast, that his den would be invaded for a 'Proper Cleaning' right after the marketing was done. Sam had delivered the news in a most apologetic fashion, with Rosie standing by, giving him a good nudge in the ribs each time he faltered. She was brooking no arguments, and Frodo knew it.
He had spent part of the morning trying to cover up and disguise some of the worst of it; hoping she wouldn't touch his Important Papers he had placed them strategically over much of the den. But the chair, his dear old chair that had served dear old Bilbo so well before him! He had planned on sitting in it, covering it with his most voluminous overcoat that he could reasonably wear indoors.
He looked at his hand again. And now, now of all times to be going transparent! It was just his luck. There was no hope now, no hiding, nothing he could do... alas, for the fate of the Ringbearer! Alas!
Title: Covering Up
Characters: Frodo, Rosie Cotton-Gamgee
Wordcount: 432
Summary: Alas for the fate of the Ringbearer when housecleaning is due!
Frodo stared, aghast, at his right hand; he could see through it, to the arm of the chair beneath.
The chair arm needed dusting, and rather badly at that. The chair was overstuffed, and the stuffing leaked out from around the wood where it extended from the faded upholstery, scattering the wood with its tiny fibers of ancient horsehair and straw, which then adhered to sticky spots and the veneer of hand-grease and candle-wax that adorned it. He had always meant to have it fixed, but somehow other things always seemed more pressing when he came right down to it, like napping, or having a snack.
But now, right when the lately rather fussy Rosie Gamgee was about to be returning from her marketing to clean the den!
He had always managed to hide the dust and debris of his bachelor ways, making excuses, finding reasons to keep her muscular, befrilled biceps, well-armed with rag, bucket, scrub-brush and feather-duster out of his den. But she had finally put her foot down after the children had gotten into the room in a high-spirited game of hide-and-seek and emerged covered in balls of dust, crumbs and other debris, clear up to their ears.
He had lain awake that night, listening to her tirade, declaring his den a pig-sty, she didn't care what kind of hero he was, he wasn't going to keep on living like that, not in her house, and no Sam, you be quiet! You aren't gettin' in the way this time!
It was the very next morning that he had received his formal notice, just after breakfast, that his den would be invaded for a 'Proper Cleaning' right after the marketing was done. Sam had delivered the news in a most apologetic fashion, with Rosie standing by, giving him a good nudge in the ribs each time he faltered. She was brooking no arguments, and Frodo knew it.
He had spent part of the morning trying to cover up and disguise some of the worst of it; hoping she wouldn't touch his Important Papers he had placed them strategically over much of the den. But the chair, his dear old chair that had served dear old Bilbo so well before him! He had planned on sitting in it, covering it with his most voluminous overcoat that he could reasonably wear indoors.
He looked at his hand again. And now, now of all times to be going transparent! It was just his luck. There was no hope now, no hiding, nothing he could do... alas, for the fate of the Ringbearer! Alas!