Two Memes, Because

[browngirl]

Meme #1 from ladymercury_10:

Give me one character or ship and one of these symbols (or more), and I’ll let you know the following for that character/ship:

☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ : Cooking headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

♒ : Any other question of your choosing


Meme #2 from _samalander:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

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[dreamflower]

For the first meme:

♤ : Rosie (as Cotton OR Gamgee)

And for the second (I'm sorry--it went a tad over 500. *scuffles toe in the dirt*) because I just love your adorable OC!

Thain Peregrin I walked into the library of Great Smials, looked up, and gasped. Then, in a gesture anyone who had known him for the last eighty years would recognize, he stuffed a fist into his mouth to stifle his laughter. As quietly as he might, he crept closer, watching his quarry clamber higher, quite unaware of being observed. The library was a round, high-ceilinged room, the walls covered with shelving, and Thain Pippin made his way to the base of the History section, pitched his voice carefully (not so loud as to startle, but loud enough to be clearly heard), and called, "Appleblossom Took!"

It was Pippette's turn to gasp, as she clutched the shelf above her and looked down. "Grandda?"

"Pippette, what are you doing up there? And don't tell me you won't fall." She shut her mouth again. "Stay right where you are, and I'll fetch a ladder and come to you." He looked down to hide a smile; when Farry and Goldi had named their first child for Pippin, had they thought that being a girl would prevent her from taking after him? Goldi should have known better. Farry, too, knowing his mother.

"Hold on with both hands!" he called as he moved the ladder over; Pippette huffed. "I could hang from this with one foot, upside down!" she cheerfully retorted, and Pippin couldn't help thinking, that's my lass, as he bit his lip to keep from grinning. "I'm sure of it," he replied, "so sure that you don't have to show me." Reaching his granddaughter, Pippin wrapped an arm around her waist, and she obediently wrapped her limbs around him though she protested, "Grandda, I could have climbed the rest of the way."

"You ought to have used the ladder, Pippette" he replied as sternly as he might; Pippette's hazel eyes sparkled mischief, but she nodded. "If you'd fallen, you'd have been badly hurt, and your Mum and Da and Grandmum and Granduncle Merry and Grandaunty Stel and Uncle Theo and all your Gamgee aunts and uncles would have been so very upset."

"What about you?" Pippette asked. Pippin opened his eyes as wide as they'd go, a bit harder these days for the crinkles round them but all the more dramatic, and said, "I'd be the upsettest of all, to see my Pippette hurt." He emphasized his words with a squeeze.

"All right, then," said Pippette magnanimously. "I will use the ladder, Grandda. It just seemed so much fun to climb."

"I know, climbing is fun, but it can be dangerous. Use the ladder. What were you after?"

"A history-book of Gondor," she said, pointing. She'd nearly reached them, too, and Pippin's heart clenched at the sight, as he wondered how she could have gotten safely back down with one of the heavy books. Carefully not thinking on it, keeping his voice light, he said, "Ah, but why not one of the ones lower?"

"Because I wanted one of the big ones, that came all the way from Minas Tirith, one with a tale of you in it," she replied implacably. "I wanted to read about how you saved the Steward's son and killed a great troll."

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Ah, Pippette. I wrote two Female Pippins; Pervinca is the saucy flirty one, Pippette the sweet and reckless one. So this was just intergenerational kindred spirits hanging out together on the wall of Great Smial's library.

As for my headcanon on Rosie's cooking -- have an excerpt from "The Mayor and the Gardener", describing the lunch she gave Sam to feed Frodo:

Frodo... uncovered the basket anyway, and sucked in his breath appreciatively. "Did you bring lunch for all of Michel Delving?"

"I just brought what Rosie packed," Sam said proudly; Rosie shared his idea of a proper meal, and was as good a cook as any hobbit. Frodo smiled and pulled out item after napkin-wrapped item, arranging them on the desk: sandwiches of butter and hard cheese or cold sliced mutton; pies with eggs and mushrooms and bacon; more pies, these filled with sour cherry preserves and soft cheese; apples baked in pastry; boiled eggs; two different seedcakes; and a jug of cider to wash it all down. The Cottons had deep cellars, after all, that the ruffians had never found. There was more food still in the basket, but there wasn't any room left on the desk.

[dreamflower]

*grin*

Pippette as a female Pippin. Sweet and reckless--yep! I love it, and I love the story still!

And that quote made me laugh out loud! (While my hubby is watching the sad parts of The Patriot on the TV behind me. I'm so insensitive. ;) )

Plus it made me hungry...