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towerofanimus2013-12-10 07:10 pm
undroppedeaves) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-10 07:10 pm
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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
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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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--I-It's n-not silly! We--w-w-we a-all miss h-home. I m-mean...I-I know I do.
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[There are many ways he can think to describe it. Choosing one proves difficult, and making it live up to the emotions he has attached to those memories is impossible. He lets out that breath as a sigh, disappointed at his inability to express, and settles on merely: ]
...P-Pleasant. [Cue a thousand-mile stare.] M-My f-f-family...my w-wife...they're th--there, and...that's a-a-all that m-matters.
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