1. Coming of Age
“How does it feel, all grownup at last? Ah—wait, this bit’s still growing…”
“Doesn’t hardly feel different at all, but—Oh!”
“You’ve never…..?”
“Not like that! Oh! Are you-? You don’t have to – Ah!”
“Waited for this…..so long….*murph.” He said no more. His mouth was full.
Everywhere he looked, sunlight spilled—through the green boughs above his head, across the grass to his side, in the other’s curls that bobbed below his belly…bursting out reddish through his lids when he closed his eyes. All grown.
“I’ll get your present,” he said later.
“Another one?” laughed Frodo, wiping his mouth.
“Doesn’t hardly feel different at all, but—Oh!”
“You’ve never…..?”
“Not like that! Oh! Are you-? You don’t have to – Ah!”
“Waited for this…..so long….*murph.” He said no more. His mouth was full.
Everywhere he looked, sunlight spilled—through the green boughs above his head, across the grass to his side, in the other’s curls that bobbed below his belly…bursting out reddish through his lids when he closed his eyes. All grown.
“I’ll get your present,” he said later.
“Another one?” laughed Frodo, wiping his mouth.
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