Hello fellow Ringers and welcome to part 5 of my 12 Days of Christmas Tolkien series!
As a reminder, the 12 Days of Christmas fics started on December 13 (the 12 days leading up to Christmas, because I'll be skiing the day after Christmas and then going back to school :P) and will be going through Christmas Day. They are:
Day 1 (12/13): All I Want for Yuletide (Silmarillion)- I really, really wanted to write a Hobbit fic to honor DoS coming out but even though I saw the movie I don't know Thorin's Company that well and couldn't think of anything. :(
Day 2 (a day late on 12/15): The 12 Days of Christmas, Middle-earth version! (Lord of the Rings)
Day 3 (a day late on 12/16): My Revenge on the Internet, or, Fëanor Learns the Spirit of Christmas (Silmarillion)
Day 4 (on time! 12/16): The 12 Days of Christmas, First Age Version! (Silmarillion)
Day 5 (12/17): Sam's Yule Gift (Lord of the Rings)
I want to challenge myself, so the next one will be in The Hobbit, the Tolkien book/movie I know the least about! Wish me luck! (I also accept prompts...)
Sam paced restlessly outside his and Rosie's bedroom door. Merry and Pippin were trying to distract him, but to no avail. His heart was full of worry for his Rosie and grief for his Master spending Yule all alone in that land of Elves... oh, he knew Gandalf and the Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel would take care of him and old Mr. Bilbo, but Bag End always felt empty on Yuletide Eve without Mr. Frodo in it.
Suddenly the big grandfather clock in the parlor struck midnight, but it was drowned out by a cry of joy and an infant's wail coming from behind the door. Sam charged forward but was stopped by the head of his sister Marigold popping out of the door.
"It's a healthy baby boy!" she said, smiling. "But don't you even think it, Samwise Gamgee- not until mother and babe are properly cleaned up!" Sam shot Marigold his I-went-to-Mordor-and-back-so-don't-mess-with-me face, but to no avail. He sank down on the floor, sulking, as Merry and Pippin had quite the laugh at his expense.
"Oh be quiet, the both of you," he scowled, looking up at them- very far up at them.
Finally, the door opened again and Marigold, smiling, beckoned to her brother to come in.
Sam was through the door faster than you could say "taters". He ran over to his wife's bedside and, seeing her well, embraced her tightly.
"Merry Christmas, Sam," Rosie said with an exhausted, jubilant smile, holding a little bundle all wrapped up with a bow on it out to him.
Sam took it, smiling down at the beautiful face of his new son, as Rosie added, "Meet your son, Frodo Gamgee."
Eyes welling up with tears, Sam whispered through his smile, "Why Mistress Rose, I do think this is the best Yule gift I've ever gotten."