I know I haven't finished my "blue book" story yet but it is almost done
(about 2 to 3 more entries left) and this one jumped out at me. I always
thought our handsome, sweet Frodo with Those Eyes had to have a lass pining
for him, even if her love was unrequited. Here goes:
Rosemary for Remembrance 1: How much it costs
The Shire, outside Bag End spring 1420
Everyone cheered Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, who looked dashing with their bright swords and tall ponies. All the lasses in the Shire lined the road to watch them escort their cousin to the newly restored smial and threw garlands of spring flowers at their feet. There was one lass with light brown hair and unusual green eyes whose attention was riveted by the small, wan figure who rode beside Merry and Pippin wrapped in a plain, gray cloak. She had an armful of white roses.
Rosemary could barely recognize him and the sight was like a knife in her heart. He had always been quiet and a bit solemn but he always had a gentle sparkle about him, especially for children. Even at a distance she could see that that sparkle was gone. For some reason that pained her more than the physical changes she could see in him.
"Mother," she whispered to the older hobbit woman next to her, "he is so terribly thin and pale."
Her mother patted her on the arm and, in a sad voice, said, "I can see that, dear. I am afraid he wasn't as lucky in his adventures as old Bilbo. I also see you are still carrying a torch for him. That is a mistake. He is not the one for you and you have known that for over half your life. You are 36 now and should have had suitors."
Rosemary ignored her mother and thought about how kind Frodo had been to her when she was a child. Children seemed to flock to him and thrilled to the stories and songs he made up for them. Few tweenagers were as tolerant of young children as Frodo had been. Rosemary, whose father died when she was very young, was smitten from her first sight of his blue eyes, even though she had been only ten.
When she was fifteen she could no longer hide her love for him and laid her heart before him, he declined her offer with such sweetness and tenderness that she loved him all the more. She had been relieved that his friendship was still there after her foolish proclamation but that was not sufficient to counterbalance the sorrow she felt at knowing her feelings were unrequited.
She remembered that day so long ago and how he gently wiped the tears off her cheeks and said, "Rosemary, you are only fifteen and will find someone who can love you with his whole heart. You deserve that, everyone does, but I am not the one for you. You are very young and shouldn't give your heart away yet."
She knew he had been wrong and that there would never be anyone else. For her Frodo was and would always be the only one.
Rosemary was brought back to the present by the touch of her mother's hand on her shoulder.
She said, "It's time to go, dear."
Rosemary replied, "I know, mother. I need one more minute."
The knife in her heart twisted a little more when she saw that Sam Gamgee had to help Frodo off the pony.
In a quick, impulsive motion she stepped up to him, gently placed the roses in his arms, and whispered, "thank you."
She saw a shock of recognition on his face but rejoined her mother before he could say anything. She would have to visit him soon and talk but he was not well and needed to settle himself back into Bag End, so she would wait as she had always done.
To be continued...
Rosemary for Remembrance 1: How much it costs
The Shire, outside Bag End spring 1420
Everyone cheered Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, who looked dashing with their bright swords and tall ponies. All the lasses in the Shire lined the road to watch them escort their cousin to the newly restored smial and threw garlands of spring flowers at their feet. There was one lass with light brown hair and unusual green eyes whose attention was riveted by the small, wan figure who rode beside Merry and Pippin wrapped in a plain, gray cloak. She had an armful of white roses.
Rosemary could barely recognize him and the sight was like a knife in her heart. He had always been quiet and a bit solemn but he always had a gentle sparkle about him, especially for children. Even at a distance she could see that that sparkle was gone. For some reason that pained her more than the physical changes she could see in him.
"Mother," she whispered to the older hobbit woman next to her, "he is so terribly thin and pale."
Her mother patted her on the arm and, in a sad voice, said, "I can see that, dear. I am afraid he wasn't as lucky in his adventures as old Bilbo. I also see you are still carrying a torch for him. That is a mistake. He is not the one for you and you have known that for over half your life. You are 36 now and should have had suitors."
Rosemary ignored her mother and thought about how kind Frodo had been to her when she was a child. Children seemed to flock to him and thrilled to the stories and songs he made up for them. Few tweenagers were as tolerant of young children as Frodo had been. Rosemary, whose father died when she was very young, was smitten from her first sight of his blue eyes, even though she had been only ten.
When she was fifteen she could no longer hide her love for him and laid her heart before him, he declined her offer with such sweetness and tenderness that she loved him all the more. She had been relieved that his friendship was still there after her foolish proclamation but that was not sufficient to counterbalance the sorrow she felt at knowing her feelings were unrequited.
She remembered that day so long ago and how he gently wiped the tears off her cheeks and said, "Rosemary, you are only fifteen and will find someone who can love you with his whole heart. You deserve that, everyone does, but I am not the one for you. You are very young and shouldn't give your heart away yet."
She knew he had been wrong and that there would never be anyone else. For her Frodo was and would always be the only one.
Rosemary was brought back to the present by the touch of her mother's hand on her shoulder.
She said, "It's time to go, dear."
Rosemary replied, "I know, mother. I need one more minute."
The knife in her heart twisted a little more when she saw that Sam Gamgee had to help Frodo off the pony.
In a quick, impulsive motion she stepped up to him, gently placed the roses in his arms, and whispered, "thank you."
She saw a shock of recognition on his face but rejoined her mother before he could say anything. She would have to visit him soon and talk but he was not well and needed to settle himself back into Bag End, so she would wait as she had always done.
To be continued...
