by: Jackstortugalass
Summary: A cute romantic narrative poem about Samwise and Rosie.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR but if I did, I'd own these two.
"Hullo, Samwise. What would you like tonight?"
"Hullo, Rosie. May I talk with you, if that's alright."
"Of course, Sam, you should know that you can talk to me by now."
I fiddle with the contents of my pockets. "We've been together for a long time."
She looks at me, uncertain. "We have, is that such an awful thing?"
"No, no just me father says it's time I think of getin' a lass of me own, that's all."
"I see. Have any ideas on who it is?"
"Would you mind being the wife of a gardener who works for Mr. Frodo?"
"Only if you mind being the husband to a barmaid at the Green Dragon Inn."
"Nothing would make me happier, Rose."
"You can tell your father that you're goin' to have a wife then."
"That I will," I blushed.
"What is it, Sam?"
"I was nervous 'bout askin' you, that's all."
She laughed, "That's my Samwise, the mighty gardener."
Fin.