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Broken
by afrai

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Frodo's eyes were tired, and in bed he was so deeply quiet amidst their slowing breaths that Merry touched him to be sure he was awake.

"I'm sorry, Merry dear," said Frodo. "I'm afraid I must not make very cheerful company." He tried to smile, and it clutched at Merry's throat.

"Frodo, you poor old fool," he murmured, not quite knowing what he said, and he kissed Frodo with great tenderness.

Sometimes he thought they had buried him and he was dreaming in a tomb. Frodo wouldn't touch anything that was whole, but Merry could be broken for a while.

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