Duncan
Summary: Sam and Rosie fiction centered on the song Duncan by Sarah Slean. Sort of half book based, half movie based. Disclaimer: If only I owned Sam. but I don't. Mr.Tolkien does. Many apologize to Mr.Tolkien by the way. Distribution: fanfiction.net, you want it you got it. Author's Note: Italics should be at the beginning of each story as the lyrics from the song Duncan. Rosie's thoughts should be denoted as well. I had to make up a few names and I think all the Sam and Rosie writers have agreed that Ted Sandyman was the one who sweet talked Rosie so I'm going with it...
Also, aren't Sam and Rosie just adorable? I love how Sam was always watching her. Wanting..needing to be near her. Sigh.
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*What ever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with The boys; to play, to play*
The night air was cool on her flushed skin. The music bewitching her feet as the harmonious beat commanded her to keep dancing. Partner or no, she danced to every song. Though more often than not she did not lack a partner.
She saved two dances for the hobbit of the hour, Mr. Bilbo Baggins, and enjoyed every minute of it. While dancing with her he kindly, and most enthusiastically, regaled her with his famous stories.
But something wasn't right. Although Mr. Bilbo was a gracious host and the night was beautiful, she felt strangely empty. Her smile felt forced and her movements empty, something didn't feel right.
Rosie curtsied slightly as Frodo, Mr. Bilbo's nephew; hand out his hand to lead her into the next song. Frodo was an excellent dancer, and as he twirled her around the field her mood was forgotten.
" How do you do, Mr. Frodo."? She asked politely as the twirling ceased and her world righted itself.
" Very well, Miss. Cotton. Although I fear for my friend Samwise." He answered nonchalantly, leading her into a slower dance.
" Sam? I mean. Samwise Gamgee? Your gardener?" She responded without thinking. "Is he ill? I haven't seen him dance all night."
" No, he is not ill. He will not tell me what worries his mind." Frodo paused, then continued wickedly. "Perhaps if you danced with his mind would be at ease, knowing he is dancing with the prettiest hobbit lass."
Rosie gave off a small chuckle then, none to gently, pushed Mr. Frodo back off to his table. "Off with you then. Enough with your trouble making."
In the corner of her eyes she saw Frodo wave slightly to her and lean over to speak to Samwise. A livelier song began to play and before she could stop herself, she was once again dancing.
She was just passing Mr. Frodo's table when something was pushed forward. Looking up she saw Samwise Gamgee, looking rather frightened, in front of her. Laughing gaily, she pulled him into step with her.
" Hullo, Rosie." He stammered, looking down at his feet trying to keep time with the music.
" Hello Samwise." She smiled, her heart fluttering silently. "I have not seen you in a good while, has there been an illness? I do hope that your old Gaffer is fairing well."
"No...well, I mean yes." He answered, his face turning red as he heard his words. " Well, what I mean to say is that my ol' Gaffer is fine. He is as lively as ever, you might even say. I've been very busy at Bag End; the gardens this year are a hand full. Something in the weather has changed."
They were both silent, engaged in the dance when a loud blast was heard and a bright light shone up above them. A glowing dragon floated above them. Panic ensued. Hobbits began to push each other, toppling over tables to escape from the dragon. It was pandemonium. Rosie gave of a shriek as she was pushed to the ground by fleeing hobbits.
"Rosie!" Sam cried put worriedly as he knelt beside her. Another loud sound was heard and the dragon exploded. Sam threw himself on top of Rosie to protect her from whatever would happen to fall from the sky. But then, the hobbits all burst into cheers and claps.
"Wonderful fireworks!" A nearby hobbit exclaimed.
Sam, blushing furiously, pushed himself off Rosie and held out a hand to help her up. " I should've known. There hasn't been a dragon around these parts in ages. That's what Mr. Bilbo always said, I was a fool to react like that."
" You and the rest of the Shire Sam." Rosie said softly, for some reason unable to meet his eyes. " You were very brave. I could have been trampled by that crowd."
" I-I-I... I should go see to Master Frodo." Sam stuttered, his face turning the shade of a ripe cherry. He quickly walked, almost running, away from her.
" Good night Sam." She said quietly, but she knew he was already out of earshot.
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It was a few weeks later until she saw him again. With Mr. Bilbo's abrupt disappearance it was hard to pry the gardener away from his master.
Samwise, it seemed, was a very peculiar hobbit almost as much as that of his proprietor. There was talk of magic in the Shire. Many blamed Gandalf, Bilbo's wizard friend for his strange disappearance. Rosie simply figured that Bilbo was tried of his relative's constant peeping and pawning through his things.
She was working the night shift at the Green Dragon when Frodo, his cousins Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Perigrin Took came. Merry and Pippin, as they liked to be called, immediately began to challenge other patrons to drinking matches while Frodo looked on.
Sam however opted to sit with his old Gaffer and his elderly friends. Sitting in the darkest corner of the room he became hidden by the dark. She probably would have missed him completely if it weren't for the warm glow of the pipe he was smoking.
That night she found it hard to concentrate on her work. Twice she mixed up the orders of drinks. So, she was now demoted to polishing and collecting the glasses. She wanted to blame the rowdiness of the drinking matches but deep down she knew that wasn't so.
He was watching her. She found it hard to breath as she involuntarily smiled and nodded back. Turning her back to the patrons she began to retrieve more glasses to replace the ones Pippin Took had just broken. She could still feel Sam watching her. She didn't need to face him to verify that fact. She could feel his gaze penetrating into her back.
She shivered slightly, though not because of the cold. She turned around, and once again caught Sam's line of sight. She was about to offer him another ale when Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took jumped onto the table and began singing.
" Alright." She shouted over to Meriadoc's table, when the singing and dancing had ceased. "I'm cutting you all off. You've had enough to drink." She opened the door, and along with the warmth of the room the regulars began to leave. The night was darker than usual and seemed to have a sobering effect on the customers as they left the Dragon.
Rosie felt a hint of misgiving as Meriadoc and Perigrin passed her, a chill went through her bones but she didn't understand why.
" Good night lads." She smiled at Sam and Frodo as they left. Another deeper chill coursed through her. Perhaps the flu was headed her way.
"Night Rosie." Frodo immediately responded while Sam only nodded. Both hobbits were almost out of earshot when Ted Sandyman knelt before her and slurred out what he considered to be a flattering remark.
She took no heed of him, too many times have her customers been so inebriated that they began pour their little hearts out.
Rosie laughed as Lotho was collected by his friends and stumbled away. She was about to return inside when a low voice caught her hearing.
" He'd better mind who he's sweet talking."
It was Sam.
Summary: Sam and Rosie fiction centered on the song Duncan by Sarah Slean. Sort of half book based, half movie based. Disclaimer: If only I owned Sam. but I don't. Mr.Tolkien does. Many apologize to Mr.Tolkien by the way. Distribution: fanfiction.net, you want it you got it. Author's Note: Italics should be at the beginning of each story as the lyrics from the song Duncan. Rosie's thoughts should be denoted as well. I had to make up a few names and I think all the Sam and Rosie writers have agreed that Ted Sandyman was the one who sweet talked Rosie so I'm going with it...
Also, aren't Sam and Rosie just adorable? I love how Sam was always watching her. Wanting..needing to be near her. Sigh.
***
*What ever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with The boys; to play, to play*
The night air was cool on her flushed skin. The music bewitching her feet as the harmonious beat commanded her to keep dancing. Partner or no, she danced to every song. Though more often than not she did not lack a partner.
She saved two dances for the hobbit of the hour, Mr. Bilbo Baggins, and enjoyed every minute of it. While dancing with her he kindly, and most enthusiastically, regaled her with his famous stories.
But something wasn't right. Although Mr. Bilbo was a gracious host and the night was beautiful, she felt strangely empty. Her smile felt forced and her movements empty, something didn't feel right.
Rosie curtsied slightly as Frodo, Mr. Bilbo's nephew; hand out his hand to lead her into the next song. Frodo was an excellent dancer, and as he twirled her around the field her mood was forgotten.
" How do you do, Mr. Frodo."? She asked politely as the twirling ceased and her world righted itself.
" Very well, Miss. Cotton. Although I fear for my friend Samwise." He answered nonchalantly, leading her into a slower dance.
" Sam? I mean. Samwise Gamgee? Your gardener?" She responded without thinking. "Is he ill? I haven't seen him dance all night."
" No, he is not ill. He will not tell me what worries his mind." Frodo paused, then continued wickedly. "Perhaps if you danced with his mind would be at ease, knowing he is dancing with the prettiest hobbit lass."
Rosie gave off a small chuckle then, none to gently, pushed Mr. Frodo back off to his table. "Off with you then. Enough with your trouble making."
In the corner of her eyes she saw Frodo wave slightly to her and lean over to speak to Samwise. A livelier song began to play and before she could stop herself, she was once again dancing.
She was just passing Mr. Frodo's table when something was pushed forward. Looking up she saw Samwise Gamgee, looking rather frightened, in front of her. Laughing gaily, she pulled him into step with her.
" Hullo, Rosie." He stammered, looking down at his feet trying to keep time with the music.
" Hello Samwise." She smiled, her heart fluttering silently. "I have not seen you in a good while, has there been an illness? I do hope that your old Gaffer is fairing well."
"No...well, I mean yes." He answered, his face turning red as he heard his words. " Well, what I mean to say is that my ol' Gaffer is fine. He is as lively as ever, you might even say. I've been very busy at Bag End; the gardens this year are a hand full. Something in the weather has changed."
They were both silent, engaged in the dance when a loud blast was heard and a bright light shone up above them. A glowing dragon floated above them. Panic ensued. Hobbits began to push each other, toppling over tables to escape from the dragon. It was pandemonium. Rosie gave of a shriek as she was pushed to the ground by fleeing hobbits.
"Rosie!" Sam cried put worriedly as he knelt beside her. Another loud sound was heard and the dragon exploded. Sam threw himself on top of Rosie to protect her from whatever would happen to fall from the sky. But then, the hobbits all burst into cheers and claps.
"Wonderful fireworks!" A nearby hobbit exclaimed.
Sam, blushing furiously, pushed himself off Rosie and held out a hand to help her up. " I should've known. There hasn't been a dragon around these parts in ages. That's what Mr. Bilbo always said, I was a fool to react like that."
" You and the rest of the Shire Sam." Rosie said softly, for some reason unable to meet his eyes. " You were very brave. I could have been trampled by that crowd."
" I-I-I... I should go see to Master Frodo." Sam stuttered, his face turning the shade of a ripe cherry. He quickly walked, almost running, away from her.
" Good night Sam." She said quietly, but she knew he was already out of earshot.
***
It was a few weeks later until she saw him again. With Mr. Bilbo's abrupt disappearance it was hard to pry the gardener away from his master.
Samwise, it seemed, was a very peculiar hobbit almost as much as that of his proprietor. There was talk of magic in the Shire. Many blamed Gandalf, Bilbo's wizard friend for his strange disappearance. Rosie simply figured that Bilbo was tried of his relative's constant peeping and pawning through his things.
She was working the night shift at the Green Dragon when Frodo, his cousins Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Perigrin Took came. Merry and Pippin, as they liked to be called, immediately began to challenge other patrons to drinking matches while Frodo looked on.
Sam however opted to sit with his old Gaffer and his elderly friends. Sitting in the darkest corner of the room he became hidden by the dark. She probably would have missed him completely if it weren't for the warm glow of the pipe he was smoking.
That night she found it hard to concentrate on her work. Twice she mixed up the orders of drinks. So, she was now demoted to polishing and collecting the glasses. She wanted to blame the rowdiness of the drinking matches but deep down she knew that wasn't so.
He was watching her. She found it hard to breath as she involuntarily smiled and nodded back. Turning her back to the patrons she began to retrieve more glasses to replace the ones Pippin Took had just broken. She could still feel Sam watching her. She didn't need to face him to verify that fact. She could feel his gaze penetrating into her back.
She shivered slightly, though not because of the cold. She turned around, and once again caught Sam's line of sight. She was about to offer him another ale when Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took jumped onto the table and began singing.
" Alright." She shouted over to Meriadoc's table, when the singing and dancing had ceased. "I'm cutting you all off. You've had enough to drink." She opened the door, and along with the warmth of the room the regulars began to leave. The night was darker than usual and seemed to have a sobering effect on the customers as they left the Dragon.
Rosie felt a hint of misgiving as Meriadoc and Perigrin passed her, a chill went through her bones but she didn't understand why.
" Good night lads." She smiled at Sam and Frodo as they left. Another deeper chill coursed through her. Perhaps the flu was headed her way.
"Night Rosie." Frodo immediately responded while Sam only nodded. Both hobbits were almost out of earshot when Ted Sandyman knelt before her and slurred out what he considered to be a flattering remark.
She took no heed of him, too many times have her customers been so inebriated that they began pour their little hearts out.
Rosie laughed as Lotho was collected by his friends and stumbled away. She was about to return inside when a low voice caught her hearing.
" He'd better mind who he's sweet talking."
It was Sam.