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guide_beregondWhat is your favorite guilty indulgence?
I suppose you’re thinking that a gruff old soldier like me will confess to a love of horseback riding, or perhaps tending to my weapons. Perhaps the wearing of a favorite old worn pair of boots. I know I will certainly not be confessing a hidden love for the rations my rangers and I endure! While I do love those things – a fast horse, a singing blade, the comfort of those boots my son has tried to throw away three times, these are not pursuits to bring guilt to my mind.
Would it surprise you to learn that in a way I have never stopped being a boy of eighteen years? My favorite guilty indulgence is a kiss.
No, not a chaste peck on the cheek, or even a tender touching of lips. I speak of the kind of kiss that blows the world away on the wind. A kiss hard enough to drive the breath from my chest, deep enough to slam into my soul, long enough to make me no longer care if it is night or day.
I have taken such a kiss. One particular kiss stays with me, and will forever be a memory seared into my mind. Not a day has passed since when I did not pause long enough to relieve it. The pit of my stomach still flips every time I bring this kiss to mind, exactly as it did that day it was given to me. I would indeed indulge again, should a similar circumstance come to pass. And yes, I would again feel that pang of guilt, but it would not stop me. Indeed, the full experience could not be had without the blending of guilt with indulgence. I would have it no other way.
And what circumstance would that be, and with whom? I leave you to wonder. I believe I have answered your query. If perhaps I leave you with more questions than answers, well then, that is the nature of life, is it not?
Beregond: Captain of the White Company, the Guard of Faramir Prince of Ithilien.
Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings
Ficlet: 336 words
I suppose you’re thinking that a gruff old soldier like me will confess to a love of horseback riding, or perhaps tending to my weapons. Perhaps the wearing of a favorite old worn pair of boots. I know I will certainly not be confessing a hidden love for the rations my rangers and I endure! While I do love those things – a fast horse, a singing blade, the comfort of those boots my son has tried to throw away three times, these are not pursuits to bring guilt to my mind.
Would it surprise you to learn that in a way I have never stopped being a boy of eighteen years? My favorite guilty indulgence is a kiss.
No, not a chaste peck on the cheek, or even a tender touching of lips. I speak of the kind of kiss that blows the world away on the wind. A kiss hard enough to drive the breath from my chest, deep enough to slam into my soul, long enough to make me no longer care if it is night or day.
I have taken such a kiss. One particular kiss stays with me, and will forever be a memory seared into my mind. Not a day has passed since when I did not pause long enough to relieve it. The pit of my stomach still flips every time I bring this kiss to mind, exactly as it did that day it was given to me. I would indeed indulge again, should a similar circumstance come to pass. And yes, I would again feel that pang of guilt, but it would not stop me. Indeed, the full experience could not be had without the blending of guilt with indulgence. I would have it no other way.
And what circumstance would that be, and with whom? I leave you to wonder. I believe I have answered your query. If perhaps I leave you with more questions than answers, well then, that is the nature of life, is it not?
Beregond: Captain of the White Company, the Guard of Faramir Prince of Ithilien.
Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings
Ficlet: 336 words
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Date: 2004-02-05 10:09 am (UTC)Good grief, man! You mean to tell me you've only had one memorable kiss in your entire life?
*looks him up and down* You're not a eunuch are you?
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Date: 2004-02-05 10:17 am (UTC)*gives you another look* You would not be one of the Corsairs of Umbar, would you?
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Date: 2004-02-05 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 11:17 am (UTC)Just had to come over and ask. Who kissed you, man?
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Date: 2004-02-05 11:40 am (UTC)And... well. I wish to continue to feel guilty about it. There is an extra allure to what this feeling adds to my memory.
Good to see you again, though! I'm sorry I vanished yesterday. When I woke up, you had such a happy, peaceful look on your face I couldn't bear to disturb you. *chuckles* Perhaps I should turn your question around and ask who you were dreaming about kissing.
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:12 pm (UTC)-grins-
No problem, man, and you left me some of that lembas. Came in real handy when I woke up.
-laughs-
I wasn't dreaming about kissing anyone! Not that I remember, anyway
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:19 pm (UTC)Ah, and ale. You should try some of our ale. It's a far sight better than the 'beer' I have had in some places.
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:23 pm (UTC)Yeah, man that would be cool!
And ale would be good! Still a little hazy after yesterday though.
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:32 pm (UTC)Are you sure you are all right? That was -quite- a haze. I suspect your special weed might be to blame for that. Or else the stream was bewitched. *winks*
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:37 pm (UTC)-grins-
Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to relax a little today.
-then laughs-
And if I remember, we thought that the weed would solve everyone's problems!