A/N: HEEEEEY!!!!! Haven't seen you guys in a long long long .etc. time!
Well since school has started and got my brain juices flowing, I've finally
written a fic. It might be a wee bit short but I'm working on it. I'm not
that good at writing angst stuff when I'm not feeling angst. As you have
read in the summary this is about Sam and how he is feels about Rosie's
death. Ok I'm just so anxious to start writing this so I'll shut up now.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to the man of Middle-earth, JRR Tolkien.
Of Roses and Angels Chapter 1
It was September 3rd, 3 days after Rose Gamgee's death. Her funeral was held under the mallorn tree, the same place where she and Sam were wedded. All 13 of their children came plus the good friends of Sam, Merry and Pippin. Since Midsummer Day, the day that Rosie had died, Sam had not eaten, slept, or spoken. One day slowly faded into the next.
Sam watched as Rosie's coffin was being buried. His grief was too strong for tears to express. He felt as if his heart was being buried with Rosie six feet into the cold damp ground. Sam let out a long sigh and bowed his head. His youngest daughter, Robin, put an arm around him, drying her tears with a handkerchief. He closed his eyes remembering the night before Rosie's death.
~*~*~*~*
Sam watched as his wife was brushing her hair before she got into bed. He was mesmerized by how beautiful she was, despite her silver curls and the laugh lines on her fair face that have developed over the years. She looked up at him, the light from the candles making her brown eyes twinkle like the stars in a Lothlorien. She smiled back at him and a lump formed in Sam's throat. He smiled back.
"She's more beautiful than Lady Galadriel," he thought to himself.
"What is the matter, Sam?" asked Rosie.
Tears stung the corners of Sam's eyes. "Nothing," he managed to whisper.
"You haven't said much in the past hour." She held out her hand. "Tell me what's on the mind of yours."
Sam walked over, sat down next to Rosie on the bed, and took her delicate hands in his. He brought them to his lips and kissed them. Rosie's face turned serious.
"What's wrong?"
Sam laughed softly. "Nothing," he replied again. "Well.we've been married for little more than 62 wonderful years, raised and survived 13 children and as each day passed I loved you more than I had the day before. As my love grew so did your beauty, both on the outside and the inside. You are more than I have ever wanted in my life." He placed his hand on her cheek. Rosie turned her head to kiss his palm.
"That must've been one of the most beautiful things you've ever said to me. What took you so long," she added playfully.
They both laughed. Sam looked down. When he looked back up, Rosie kissed his forehead.
"I love you, Samwise."
Sam wouldn't hold back his emotions and let his tears fall.
"And I love you. I always will," he whispered.
Rosie climbed into bed and under the covers. Sam changed into his nightclothes and then came up behind Rosie, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her curls.
"Good night, Sam"
"Good night.my dearest Rose."
~*~*~*~*
Sam looked up. Everybody was already preparing to leave. Red, sniffling faces came up and hugged Sam before leaving in their carts. Pippin and Merry stayed behind.
Pippin went up to Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to be alright," asked Pippin. His eyes were also red from crying. He couldn't stand seeing his best friend so depressed.
Sam nodded but didn't say anything.
"Are you sure? You can come by Brandyhall or the Took smial if you don't feel well," offered Merry.
Sam shook his head slowly.
Pippin and Merry look at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"Take care, Sam," said Pippin.
"We'll come by Bag End to check up on you in the morning," said Merry. They walked to their carts and rode off, looking back to see Sam still standing before the burial mound.
Sam bowed his head. He remembered the morning on Midsummer Day. He remembered waking up with Rosie still in his arms.
*~*~*~*~
"Good morning, Rose. It's Midsummer Day. We have to get up for the celebrations." Sam bent over to kiss Rosie. He found her cheek to be surprisingly cold.
"R-.Rosie?" Sam put his ear closely to her mouth. He didn't feel any air. He slowly moved his head down to her chest and listened closely for her heartbeat. Sam sat upright looking down at Rosie, his eyes wide with shock.
"No.Rosie. Wake up," he whispered through his tears. "Please wake up." He picked up her head gently, rocking back and forth, and praying silently. "No, Rosie. Rose." Sam kissed the top of Rosie's head, almost naively thinking this would bring her back. Drops of tears fell from Sam's brown eyes, falling onto Rosie's hair. Blinded by his tears, Sam lowered Rosie's head onto the pillow. He closed his eyes, not bearing to see Rosie's lifeless body lie there. He shook his head hard. "Maybe it's all a dream. A horrible, horrible dream." He slowly opened one eye. It wasn't a dream. Sam couldn't bear thinking about the future without Rosie, the lass he's loved since.since even before he could remember.
His mind now numb with grief, he walked outside onto the steps. He sat on the steps, buried his face into his hands and sobbed.
~*~*~*~*
Sam slowly walked away from the burial mound and across the field toward Bag End. When he got to Bag End, everything was silent and still. In his mind, he could see Rosie standing at the table preparing the table for supper. He could still hear her melodious voice. He could still smell her perfume, which, of course, smelt of roses. "A rose for a Rose," Sam had said when he presented her the bottle for her birthday the year after their wedding. Sam sighed as he walked to his room. He took off his vest and lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes slowly and drifted off into a lonely slumber.
A/N: Ok this might not be any good. But that's my opinion! What's yours? The only way for me to know is if you review! It might be awhile before I update so please hang in there.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to the man of Middle-earth, JRR Tolkien.
Of Roses and Angels Chapter 1
It was September 3rd, 3 days after Rose Gamgee's death. Her funeral was held under the mallorn tree, the same place where she and Sam were wedded. All 13 of their children came plus the good friends of Sam, Merry and Pippin. Since Midsummer Day, the day that Rosie had died, Sam had not eaten, slept, or spoken. One day slowly faded into the next.
Sam watched as Rosie's coffin was being buried. His grief was too strong for tears to express. He felt as if his heart was being buried with Rosie six feet into the cold damp ground. Sam let out a long sigh and bowed his head. His youngest daughter, Robin, put an arm around him, drying her tears with a handkerchief. He closed his eyes remembering the night before Rosie's death.
~*~*~*~*
Sam watched as his wife was brushing her hair before she got into bed. He was mesmerized by how beautiful she was, despite her silver curls and the laugh lines on her fair face that have developed over the years. She looked up at him, the light from the candles making her brown eyes twinkle like the stars in a Lothlorien. She smiled back at him and a lump formed in Sam's throat. He smiled back.
"She's more beautiful than Lady Galadriel," he thought to himself.
"What is the matter, Sam?" asked Rosie.
Tears stung the corners of Sam's eyes. "Nothing," he managed to whisper.
"You haven't said much in the past hour." She held out her hand. "Tell me what's on the mind of yours."
Sam walked over, sat down next to Rosie on the bed, and took her delicate hands in his. He brought them to his lips and kissed them. Rosie's face turned serious.
"What's wrong?"
Sam laughed softly. "Nothing," he replied again. "Well.we've been married for little more than 62 wonderful years, raised and survived 13 children and as each day passed I loved you more than I had the day before. As my love grew so did your beauty, both on the outside and the inside. You are more than I have ever wanted in my life." He placed his hand on her cheek. Rosie turned her head to kiss his palm.
"That must've been one of the most beautiful things you've ever said to me. What took you so long," she added playfully.
They both laughed. Sam looked down. When he looked back up, Rosie kissed his forehead.
"I love you, Samwise."
Sam wouldn't hold back his emotions and let his tears fall.
"And I love you. I always will," he whispered.
Rosie climbed into bed and under the covers. Sam changed into his nightclothes and then came up behind Rosie, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her curls.
"Good night, Sam"
"Good night.my dearest Rose."
~*~*~*~*
Sam looked up. Everybody was already preparing to leave. Red, sniffling faces came up and hugged Sam before leaving in their carts. Pippin and Merry stayed behind.
Pippin went up to Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to be alright," asked Pippin. His eyes were also red from crying. He couldn't stand seeing his best friend so depressed.
Sam nodded but didn't say anything.
"Are you sure? You can come by Brandyhall or the Took smial if you don't feel well," offered Merry.
Sam shook his head slowly.
Pippin and Merry look at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"Take care, Sam," said Pippin.
"We'll come by Bag End to check up on you in the morning," said Merry. They walked to their carts and rode off, looking back to see Sam still standing before the burial mound.
Sam bowed his head. He remembered the morning on Midsummer Day. He remembered waking up with Rosie still in his arms.
*~*~*~*~
"Good morning, Rose. It's Midsummer Day. We have to get up for the celebrations." Sam bent over to kiss Rosie. He found her cheek to be surprisingly cold.
"R-.Rosie?" Sam put his ear closely to her mouth. He didn't feel any air. He slowly moved his head down to her chest and listened closely for her heartbeat. Sam sat upright looking down at Rosie, his eyes wide with shock.
"No.Rosie. Wake up," he whispered through his tears. "Please wake up." He picked up her head gently, rocking back and forth, and praying silently. "No, Rosie. Rose." Sam kissed the top of Rosie's head, almost naively thinking this would bring her back. Drops of tears fell from Sam's brown eyes, falling onto Rosie's hair. Blinded by his tears, Sam lowered Rosie's head onto the pillow. He closed his eyes, not bearing to see Rosie's lifeless body lie there. He shook his head hard. "Maybe it's all a dream. A horrible, horrible dream." He slowly opened one eye. It wasn't a dream. Sam couldn't bear thinking about the future without Rosie, the lass he's loved since.since even before he could remember.
His mind now numb with grief, he walked outside onto the steps. He sat on the steps, buried his face into his hands and sobbed.
~*~*~*~*
Sam slowly walked away from the burial mound and across the field toward Bag End. When he got to Bag End, everything was silent and still. In his mind, he could see Rosie standing at the table preparing the table for supper. He could still hear her melodious voice. He could still smell her perfume, which, of course, smelt of roses. "A rose for a Rose," Sam had said when he presented her the bottle for her birthday the year after their wedding. Sam sighed as he walked to his room. He took off his vest and lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes slowly and drifted off into a lonely slumber.
A/N: Ok this might not be any good. But that's my opinion! What's yours? The only way for me to know is if you review! It might be awhile before I update so please hang in there.