Day 22: What Remaining Pleasures
May. 28th, 2016 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurLord of the Rings, Frodo sustains himself as best he can.
There are so few things in life Frodo enjoys anymore.
Food has lost its savor, sleep has lost its restfulness, beer and pipeweed have lost their power to comfort.
But there's still the touch of his own hand, and the thoughts of times gone by, when he had been young and hale (he seems neither, though by age he is still in the prime of his life) and had first seen not only the beautiful women of his own kind, but of those of the Elves, as well.
It would feel wrong to think of Arwen as he stroked himself; she was, after all, his friend's wife. But there had been other Elvish maidens in Rivendell, and he imagines them now, and the thought allows him to sustain himself a little longer, at least.
There are so few things in life Frodo enjoys anymore.
Food has lost its savor, sleep has lost its restfulness, beer and pipeweed have lost their power to comfort.
But there's still the touch of his own hand, and the thoughts of times gone by, when he had been young and hale (he seems neither, though by age he is still in the prime of his life) and had first seen not only the beautiful women of his own kind, but of those of the Elves, as well.
It would feel wrong to think of Arwen as he stroked himself; she was, after all, his friend's wife. But there had been other Elvish maidens in Rivendell, and he imagines them now, and the thought allows him to sustain himself a little longer, at least.
