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By Dana
Retelling Tales
Her mother has a story for everything it seems; she has more stories than there are stars in the sky. There are happy ones, and there are sad ones, and then there are the ones that make Elanor think. Would it have been fair, she wonders, if Winter had been able to cut himself free. Autumn, Spring, and Summer might have missed him, but it would have been awfully brave of him to go off all alone.
But she's still glad he didn't ... because it might have been brave but being brave doesn't necessarily mean you'd be doing what's right.
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Holding A Promise (In His Hand)
Sam is certain that Frodo had meant to leave it behind if only because it had been far too easy to find. Tucked away carefully, on a bed of blue velvet in a dusty old box that had been hidden in the recesses beneath Frodo's bed.
It glimmered faintly when Sam held it, and he thought of losing Frodo and then finding him again. It had been years since Frodo had left him ... them - now, years since he had sailed West.
The warm weight of shaped glass makes it feel as though he's holding a promise in his hand.
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Pretty Good Year