Bingo Bolger-Baggins, Esqre (bbolger_baggins) wrote,
Bingo Bolger-Baggins, Esqre
bbolger_baggins

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Crumpled: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

Dearest Io . . .

My Belov . . .

A'maelamin, how can I help you when I don't know wher . . .

Mela en' coi . . .

A puddle of ink spreads across the paper Bingo is trying to write on. He crumples it. Taking a cloth, he wipes off his ink stained hand, gets up from the chair at the desk and returns to sitting on the bed. He picks up his beloved's letter and holds it to his breast once more. And again the sun sets, and still he remains.
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