I have found my solace in romance stories.
Welcome back to me, I haven't been on for quite a while, and my stories
have brightened a bit due to the light that have illuminated my life.
This story is for Jake, my Sam.
The night was high then and the stars shone on Bag End with particular fondness, as Sam and Rosie took their first steps as Newly-Weds. Frodo was thin and weary, and his days were now passing, his time was spent, but he sat down to start one last story, and that was how this wild gardener managed to charm and tame a wild rose:
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Rose looked out her dark window, stained with tear-like raindrops in a near state of depression. The road was dark and harassed, there was none to do for her father had forbidden her to leave the cottage for anything of the sort, the ruffian's plundered even nearer these days, and Farmer Cotton had let his crops go to waste in an effort to protect his family. Before "The darkness" came, she had had many suitors, all of high rank and estate, and now she cried. "I see no reason in waiting dearest, he's not coming back" her mother had tried to softly reprimand after she had bitterly sent another hobbit lad from her door. "I'll wait for you Samwise" she sobbed now. She laid her head on the windowsill and cried bitter tears as she gave up hope, he was dead to her.
That moment, in Mordor, as if Sam had heard her voice as he half-carried Frodo up the side of Mount Doom, he thought to himself "I miss you Rosie, don't you worry lass I'm hurryin' as fast as I can, I promise".
Chapter was short because its an introduction. I will have more later I promise.
The night was high then and the stars shone on Bag End with particular fondness, as Sam and Rosie took their first steps as Newly-Weds. Frodo was thin and weary, and his days were now passing, his time was spent, but he sat down to start one last story, and that was how this wild gardener managed to charm and tame a wild rose:
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Rose looked out her dark window, stained with tear-like raindrops in a near state of depression. The road was dark and harassed, there was none to do for her father had forbidden her to leave the cottage for anything of the sort, the ruffian's plundered even nearer these days, and Farmer Cotton had let his crops go to waste in an effort to protect his family. Before "The darkness" came, she had had many suitors, all of high rank and estate, and now she cried. "I see no reason in waiting dearest, he's not coming back" her mother had tried to softly reprimand after she had bitterly sent another hobbit lad from her door. "I'll wait for you Samwise" she sobbed now. She laid her head on the windowsill and cried bitter tears as she gave up hope, he was dead to her.
That moment, in Mordor, as if Sam had heard her voice as he half-carried Frodo up the side of Mount Doom, he thought to himself "I miss you Rosie, don't you worry lass I'm hurryin' as fast as I can, I promise".
Chapter was short because its an introduction. I will have more later I promise.