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towerofanimus2013-12-10 07:10 pm
undroppedeaves) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-10 07:10 pm
Entry tags:
The pain of homesickness
Characters: Samwise and you!
Setting: Floor one hundred
Format: Either
Summary: After spending time in his dead world Sam goes to a recreated Shire and is sad
Warnings:
It was no easier this second time. To see everything dead, every animal, every plant. The bodies of his family and those of his friends. It made him feel helpless, he and Frodo had traveled far, fought hard and still it was all for nothing. They had done all they could to defeat Mordor and the world had ended anyways.
When he came back he made his way down the stairs, to floor one hundred. He had been warned about this floor, how it was all fake and the visions were just that. Not true at all. But he had been a long way from home, years and the last three times he had seen his home it had been dead or dying. The first in the mirror and then twice when he had been sent from this place.
He stepped off the staircase and blinked as the illusion sprung up around him. The Shire, his home. His house, and there was Bag End and the Party tree and the Green Dragon.
Seeing it like this, whole and healthy even without people was too much and Sam sank to the floor, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
He knew he shouldn't be here crying like this, there was so much to do and he had no idea what sort of monstrosities had happened while he had been away. But for now all he wanted to do was sit here, and remember happier times, even if they were painful.
Setting: Floor one hundred
Format: Either
Summary: After spending time in his dead world Sam goes to a recreated Shire and is sad
Warnings:
It was no easier this second time. To see everything dead, every animal, every plant. The bodies of his family and those of his friends. It made him feel helpless, he and Frodo had traveled far, fought hard and still it was all for nothing. They had done all they could to defeat Mordor and the world had ended anyways.
When he came back he made his way down the stairs, to floor one hundred. He had been warned about this floor, how it was all fake and the visions were just that. Not true at all. But he had been a long way from home, years and the last three times he had seen his home it had been dead or dying. The first in the mirror and then twice when he had been sent from this place.
He stepped off the staircase and blinked as the illusion sprung up around him. The Shire, his home. His house, and there was Bag End and the Party tree and the Green Dragon.
Seeing it like this, whole and healthy even without people was too much and Sam sank to the floor, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
He knew he shouldn't be here crying like this, there was so much to do and he had no idea what sort of monstrosities had happened while he had been away. But for now all he wanted to do was sit here, and remember happier times, even if they were painful.
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"Even if they're all gone, you'll still be able to see them again. Maybe not in this life, but you can't lose hope in this place. Trust me. I've...seen what it does to others, though I've only been here for a very short amount of time..."
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"You really think we'll see them again?"
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