"Father? Father!" Samwise Gamgee called as he grabbed his cloak by the
door. "Sam?" said the Gaffer, coming out of one of the passages of Three
Bagshot Row. "Off to the Cottons', my lad?" "Yes, sir, to check up on Mr.
Frodo. He had one of his illnesses yesterday." Sam stepped outside. It was
early spring, and there was a chill in the air. He drew his cloak close
about himself.
It was a fairly short walk to the Cottons' hole, but we will not speak too much of it, for it would bore you and you would probably stop reading. Sam strolled into the Cottons' garden. He was humming an old song to himself.
"Sam?" said a soft voice near the apple tree. "Sam dear, is that you?" He could recognize that voice anywhere and his heart started thumping fast.
"Yes, Rosie, it's me," he replied. She got up and went to him. "How's Mr. Frodo?" he asked her. "Asleep, and peacefully. He gave Father quite a scare yesterday." Sam smiled and offered Rosie his arm. "Would you like to go for a walk? Just to the Pool and back," he said. Rosie accepted and they walked down the path. Sam did not say much at first, partly because Rosie made him nervous, for he had loved her since he first laid eyes on her, and partly because he was thinking about Frodo. 'I hope he's all right,' Sam thought.
"Rosie?" he said at length. He looked at her and noticed her eyes were shining as she looked at him. "Rosie, I . . ." he trailed off and looked at the ground.
"Sam? What is it?" she asked softly. Rosie looked down the road. They were almost at the Pool at Bywater.
"Rosie," he said, blushing at the name. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been meaning to tell you for the past eighteen years." They neared the Pool, and he led her to the waterside where they had sat years before. They sat down and dipped their toes in the warm water.
Sam looked into Rosie's green eyes. "Rose Cotton, I love you," Sam stammered. "And, Rosie, I am so happy right now. But you could make me the happiest hobbit in the Shire if you married me." Sam blushed again, but held Rosie's gaze with his. Her heart went all a-flutter.
"Sam, marrying you would make me the happiest hobbit-lass in the world. I love you, Sam," said Rosie. Rosie snuggled up to Sam, and he put his brown hobbit arm around her shoulders. It was a chilly spring evening, but she was not cold. Rosie began to weep silent tears of joy. She was going to marry Samwise Gamgee, whom Frodo had once said, 'He is one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River.'
And she could not have been happier.
It was a fairly short walk to the Cottons' hole, but we will not speak too much of it, for it would bore you and you would probably stop reading. Sam strolled into the Cottons' garden. He was humming an old song to himself.
"Sam?" said a soft voice near the apple tree. "Sam dear, is that you?" He could recognize that voice anywhere and his heart started thumping fast.
"Yes, Rosie, it's me," he replied. She got up and went to him. "How's Mr. Frodo?" he asked her. "Asleep, and peacefully. He gave Father quite a scare yesterday." Sam smiled and offered Rosie his arm. "Would you like to go for a walk? Just to the Pool and back," he said. Rosie accepted and they walked down the path. Sam did not say much at first, partly because Rosie made him nervous, for he had loved her since he first laid eyes on her, and partly because he was thinking about Frodo. 'I hope he's all right,' Sam thought.
"Rosie?" he said at length. He looked at her and noticed her eyes were shining as she looked at him. "Rosie, I . . ." he trailed off and looked at the ground.
"Sam? What is it?" she asked softly. Rosie looked down the road. They were almost at the Pool at Bywater.
"Rosie," he said, blushing at the name. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been meaning to tell you for the past eighteen years." They neared the Pool, and he led her to the waterside where they had sat years before. They sat down and dipped their toes in the warm water.
Sam looked into Rosie's green eyes. "Rose Cotton, I love you," Sam stammered. "And, Rosie, I am so happy right now. But you could make me the happiest hobbit in the Shire if you married me." Sam blushed again, but held Rosie's gaze with his. Her heart went all a-flutter.
"Sam, marrying you would make me the happiest hobbit-lass in the world. I love you, Sam," said Rosie. Rosie snuggled up to Sam, and he put his brown hobbit arm around her shoulders. It was a chilly spring evening, but she was not cold. Rosie began to weep silent tears of joy. She was going to marry Samwise Gamgee, whom Frodo had once said, 'He is one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River.'
And she could not have been happier.