A Reunion of Sorts // @Frodo
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Samwise had been out in the city getting things for his home when he couldn’t help but overhear a few of the larger mouthed hobbits gossiping. It took a few moments, but Samwise was finally able to make out what they were saying.
“Mister Frodo..?” he whispers to himself as he pieces together the bits and pieces of their conversation together. So many questions flood through his head. Frodo had returned to the Shire? Why has he come back? Why hasn’t he come to see him yet? Surely Frodo knew that Samwise is still living at Bag-End.
Moving around the building, Samwise quickly approached one of the women, looking her sternly in the eyes as he asks her, “Where is Mister Frodo staying?”
After she points in the direction of one of the inns in the Shire, her eyes wide with shock, most likely having not expected Samwise to have been there listening, he quickly finishes up his business there before taking off towards the inn.
It wasn’t exactly in Samwise’s nature to drop what he’s doing for things like this, but this isn’t just some strange hobbit returning. This is Frodo Baggins. Samwise’s best friend. The man he’d gone to hell and back with, almost literally. The hobbit whom he thought he’d never see again.
Sam’ll be damned if he’ll let Frodo slip in and out of the Shire without seeing him.
He demands his room number out of the owner of the inn, making his way through the hallways, looking to each door number as he searches for the one he’d been given.
When he does finally find the door number though, Sam pauses for a second. Taking a deep breath and taking a moment to regather himself before knocking softly on the door, “Mister Frodo?”
Upon his return to the Shire, Frodo had opted instead to stay at the Golden Perch Inn, in Stock, rather than ride across the Shire to Bag End in the middle of the night.
He didn’t want to wake Sam and Rosie and the children, not on his account, so he thought to keep a low profile and remain here in the Inn. The night had been unpleasant, Frodo had hoped that upon his return to the Shire, so the nightmares would also cease: but they had not. His dreams had been plagued by the darkness that clouded his mind and body since he had returned.
He woke up screaming, calling out for Sam, but remembered where he was. Frodo got heavily up out of bed and cross the room, floorboards creaking under his feet, to the washbasin. He splashed cool water upon his face and patted it dry with the towel that had been set there.
Frodo knew he would not get any more sleep tonight so he rummaged through the bookshelf that was in the room: the selection was small at best. There were various books, the ‘library’ mostly consisting of the kind of books which younger hobbits read, opening them to the “best parts” and giggling among each other. There was also a book about the families of the Shire, and Frodo finally settled for a book of Shire maps.
He plucked the book of the shelf and sat in the straight backed chair in the corner of the room. Frodo cracked open the book and read until the morning light. It was some hours later when a knock came at the door followed by a voice.
And it was that voice, which made Frodo’s heart sing, for he knew who was upon the other side. It was a voice from a dream, from a not so distant memory, and the voice brought back a flood of happy and sad memories, so much so that Frodo nearly forgot that the owner of that voice was just beyond the door.
He crossed the room reverently, and opened the door. Staring at him was Samwise Gamgee: the most wonderful sight Frodo could behold.
“My dear Sam.” Was all Frodo could say, for he could not find another word or action: he simply was in shock to see Sam again.
Sam’s heart beats in his chest loudly as he waits outside that door. The only thing left separating himself from the only man he’d ever be attached to.
And it’s when the door opens finally, revealing to him the sight of the hobbit that he’d long lost, but never forgotten, that he realizes he hadn’t planned a single thing to say to him.
Heart throbbing in his ears, Samwise takes another deep breath. It feels as though ages has passed by them since the door had been opened. Taking a step forward, Samwise can’t help the smile from plaguing his face.
“It’s been far too long, Mister Frodo,” he says, almost laughing at the relief he feels at finally seeing the hobbit in front of him. It’s almost as if something’s taken over him as he moves forward quickly, throwing his arms around Frodo and pulling him into a tight embrace.
A Reunion of Sorts // @Frodo
Samwise had been out in the city getting things for his home when he couldn’t help but overhear a few of the larger mouthed hobbits gossiping. It took a few moments, but Samwise was finally able to make out what they were saying.
“Mister Frodo..?” he whispers to himself as he pieces together the bits and pieces of their conversation together. So many questions flood through his head. Frodo had returned to the Shire? Why has he come back? Why hasn’t he come to see him yet? Surely Frodo knew that Samwise is still living at Bag-End.
Moving around the building, Samwise quickly approached one of the women, looking her sternly in the eyes as he asks her, “Where is Mister Frodo staying?”
After she points in the direction of one of the inns in the Shire, her eyes wide with shock, most likely having not expected Samwise to have been there listening, he quickly finishes up his business there before taking off towards the inn.
It wasn’t exactly in Samwise’s nature to drop what he’s doing for things like this, but this isn’t just some strange hobbit returning. This is Frodo Baggins. Samwise’s best friend. The man he’d gone to hell and back with, almost literally. The hobbit whom he thought he’d never see again.
Sam’ll be damned if he’ll let Frodo slip in and out of the Shire without seeing him.
He demands his room number out of the owner of the inn, making his way through the hallways, looking to each door number as he searches for the one he’d been given.
When he does finally find the door number though, Sam pauses for a second. Taking a deep breath and taking a moment to regather himself before knocking softly on the door, “Mister Frodo?”
@Sam
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“I am well,” Rosie replied, smiling. “I just put the children to bed. Elanor missed you so today, as did I. She kept asking where her daddy was, and she played with her siblings for a little while. I could still tell she missed you, though.”
Sam nods as Rosie speaks, his smile faltering for a just a moment at the thought of his child missing him. He quickly recovers though, smiling lovingly at his wife as he stands, offering his hand out to her, to help her up.
“I shall have to spend extra time with them all tomorrow then,” he says. “Perhaps I’ll take them to see Mister Frodo. He’s back in the Shire. I think he’d like to see Elanor and how big she’s gotten.”
“Frodo is back?” Rosie asked, a smile forming on her lips. She knew how fond Frodo and Sam were of one another, and how happy Sam must be now that his friend had returned. “That is wonderful news!”
Nodding once more, Sam can’t help the smile on his face from growing. His best friend had returned, after having thought he’d never see the other hobbit again, he can’t help but feel happy in his heart at knowing that Frodo is back.
“It’s wonderful news indeed,” he says. “I’ll have to bring him to Bag-End. It is his old home after all. And I’m positive he’d like to see you again, Rosie. You may not have talked much, but he was fond of you.”
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@Sam
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Rosie had just put the children to bed, and was sitting in front of a nice, cozy fire. Sam was still outside, or perhaps he decided to pay a visit to Frodo, Merry, or Pippin. Rosie smiled; that husband of hers!
Rosie had decided to make some tea, and so she went into the kitchen to boil some water. She sat at the table, gazing out the window for any signs of her husband. She was immediately taken back to their wedding day, and a huge smile painted itself across her lips.
After the water was finished boiling, Rosie made her tea and went to sit by the fire again.
The day had been full of so many surprises, for certain. And it is with a happy heart that Samwise returns home at the end of the day, humming a song his father had taught to him as a child as he enters Bag-End.
He sees his wife, his beautiful Rosie sitting by the fire and sipping at a cup of tea, and he leans against the frame of the doorway, just watching her as the light of the flames dance off of her face.
How had he gotten so lucky? How had such a beautiful woman like Rosie fallen in love with him? Married him? Even had three wonderful children with him?
He moves into the room, and up behind Rosie’s position in her chair, continuing to hum the song as he leans down to kiss her cheek.
Rosie could hear Sam humming a tune behind her, and she smiled. When she felt his lips on her cheek, she blushed. They had been married for awhile now, but Sam still had to ability to make her blush like a little girl. She loved it, though, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hullo, love,” Rosie whispered.
“Hullo, my love,” Sam whispers back, smile taking over his face as he moves around the chair and into Rosie’s view. He kneels down in front of her, feeling the warmth of the fire on his back as he does so.
“How are you? I missed you while I was out today.”
“I am well,” Rosie replied, smiling. “I just put the children to bed. Elanor missed you so today, as did I. She kept asking where her daddy was, and she played with her siblings for a little while. I could still tell she missed you, though.”
Sam nods as Rosie speaks, his smile faltering for a just a moment at the thought of his child missing him. He quickly recovers though, smiling lovingly at his wife as he stands, offering his hand out to her, to help her up.
“I shall have to spend extra time with them all tomorrow then,” he says. “Perhaps I’ll take them to see Mister Frodo. He’s back in the Shire. I think he’d like to see Elanor and how big she’s gotten.”
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OOC: I disrupt your dashboard to bring you a gif of a kitten.
Good.
Now that I’ve gotten your attention, I believe that Frodo and Sam should have a bit of a proper sort of reunion, don’t you?
Does that sound like a good idea? Anyone else think so? Or is it just me?
@Sam
fair-rosie-cotton:
gamgeesamwiseoftheshire:
fair-rosie-cotton:
Rosie had just put the children to bed, and was sitting in front of a nice, cozy fire. Sam was still outside, or perhaps he decided to pay a visit to Frodo, Merry, or Pippin. Rosie smiled; that husband of hers!
Rosie had decided to make some tea, and so she went into the kitchen to boil some water. She sat at the table, gazing out the window for any signs of her husband. She was immediately taken back to their wedding day, and a huge smile painted itself across her lips.
After the water was finished boiling, Rosie made her tea and went to sit by the fire again.
The day had been full of so many surprises, for certain. And it is with a happy heart that Samwise returns home at the end of the day, humming a song his father had taught to him as a child as he enters Bag-End.
He sees his wife, his beautiful Rosie sitting by the fire and sipping at a cup of tea, and he leans against the frame of the doorway, just watching her as the light of the flames dance off of her face.
How had he gotten so lucky? How had such a beautiful woman like Rosie fallen in love with him? Married him? Even had three wonderful children with him?
He moves into the room, and up behind Rosie’s position in her chair, continuing to hum the song as he leans down to kiss her cheek.
Rosie could hear Sam humming a tune behind her, and she smiled. When she felt his lips on her cheek, she blushed. They had been married for awhile now, but Sam still had to ability to make her blush like a little girl. She loved it, though, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hullo, love,” Rosie whispered.
“Hullo, my love,” Sam whispers back, smile taking over his face as he moves around the chair and into Rosie’s view. He kneels down in front of her, feeling the warmth of the fire on his back as he does so.
“How are you? I missed you while I was out today.”
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Sam Gamgee and Rosie cottons wedding
Besides the births of my children, this was the happiest, loveliest day of my entire life.
Oh, Rosie, you look so lovely here! And Sam looks quite handsome. I’m certain it was an incredible day for you both.
Why, thank you very much! It was a beautiful day that day, and all days after that have been even better <3
The happiest day of my life.
Besides the birth of our children, of course.
I am the luckiest hobbit in the Shire.
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@Sam
fair-rosie-cotton:
Rosie had just put the children to bed, and was sitting in front of a nice, cozy fire. Sam was still outside, or perhaps he decided to pay a visit to Frodo, Merry, or Pippin. Rosie smiled; that husband of hers!
Rosie had decided to make some tea, and so she went into the kitchen to boil some water. She sat at the table, gazing out the window for any signs of her husband. She was immediately taken back to their wedding day, and a huge smile painted itself across her lips.
After the water was finished boiling, Rosie made her tea and went to sit by the fire again.
The day had been full of so many surprises, for certain. And it is with a happy heart that Samwise returns home at the end of the day, humming a song his father had taught to him as a child as he enters Bag-End.
He sees his wife, his beautiful Rosie sitting by the fire and sipping at a cup of tea, and he leans against the frame of the doorway, just watching her as the light of the flames dance off of her face.
How had he gotten so lucky? How had such a beautiful woman like Rosie fallen in love with him? Married him? Even had three wonderful children with him?
He moves into the room, and up behind Rosie’s position in her chair, continuing to hum the song as he leans down to kiss her cheek.
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Greetings, everyone…
aragorn-strider-elessar:
gamgeesamwiseoftheshire:
aragorn-strider-elessar:
it’s good to see you all again and some for the first time.
Strider! It’s good to see you again, Aragorn.
How have you been?
Sam! It is good to see you again, my friend.
I have been very well, thank you. How have you been?
I’ve been quite well, Aragorn. Very well indeed.
I’m the happiest hobbit in the Shire. I have the most beautiful wife and three of most adorable children you’ll ever see.
How have things been as king?
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