Elanor: Sam's Little Girl: ~ Summer's Gone By.~
Elanor ran through the vast apple orchards of the Shire. As she skipped gaily along, she managed to pluck some of the sweet, red and mouthwatering fruit, which she kept in the pockets of her little apron. All seemed perfect. It was a beautiful sunny day, warm and pleasant to the whole. But she danced on too far passed the cheery orchard and her curiosity led her into dark, menacing cave. She peeked in, but only to find a face of a horrible, black creature in her face. She cried and kicked as the evil thing picked her up roughly and brought her into all darkness-pitch black. Her cries of help were of no avail, and she continued to go on into deep, penetrating shadows. All of a sudden, she felt hopeless and full of great sorrow and horrible fear, and as her mind seemed to wander into an unfathomable gloom, she woke up. The pretty hobbit girl blinked out her sleep and looked around. Realizing she was not in a dark place full of evil, but in her large familiar room which she shared with her sister, she sighed in relief. "It was only a dream!" she whispered reassuring to herself, thankful to be back to the real from her virtual scary encounter. With that, she stretched and hopped out of her fluffy, springy bed and scampered into the kitchen, where her feast was to come- her breakfast. "Good morning Mommy," she greeted her mother, giving her a little kiss. "Good morning to you also dear," Rosie answered back, shooting a perfect smile towards her lovely eldest daughter. Elanor returned the gesture with a happy grin, and sat down, eager to eat. Sizzling sausage and crispy bacon tickled her nose unmercifully, including the freshly made scrambled eggs and hot, buttered rolls. Following the parade of delicious smells, Elanor smelt her favorite: flawless made blueberry pancakes topped with maple syrup. "Mmm.it all smells soooooooo good!!! Oh Mum, when will it be ready?" she continued to pester, watching the motherly rush to and fro, adding a little to this and a dash of salt or pepper to that. But her gaze was distracted as her father walked in. "Daddy!" Elanor cried, giving her father a huge hug. "I have missed you so much! How long has it been? A whole month? Yes, that is it! I though you would stay and live in Buckland FOREVER!" Samwise Gamgee laughed heartily, and picked up the small 8-year old with care. "I have missed you too, my dearest Elanor! Do you think I would really stay and live with your "Uncle" Pippin and "Uncle" Merry now do you? I would miss you too much!"
Elanor had always secretly been the favorite of his four children, and Elanor knew it. But he still loved them as much. "Now," he continued, "Where are the rest of my beloved seed?" At the sound of his voice, the others came running from their playing to Sam in utter delight. "Daddy! Look Rosie, Daddy's finally home!" cried Frodo, the second oldest of the little family. "Yay!" shouted Rosie, running straight into her father's outstretched arms. Merry, two years, waddled far behind the two. "Dada! Da!" he stuttered joyfully. Even newborn Pippin seemed to be glad that Sam was home. After being mobbed by his children, Sam turned to his wife. "Ah, my dearest Rosie, how I have missed you!" With that he gave her a loving brush on the cheek with his lips. "Glad your back! Now you can help with all these young ones!" she chuckled teasingly.
After they all settled down, almost immediately the table was over taken by hungry youngsters, eager to eat. Once the food was set before them, the Gamgee family wasted no time whatsoever in devouring it. In the middle of chewing on a sausage, Elanor made a face of disgust. "I like when Daddy cooks better! This tastes funny! I guess smells aren't really what they seem!" she whined. Rosie gave her a warning look, which made Sam laugh.
"I guess I will always be the cook in this house!" he snorted playfully. "Sorry my darling!" he said, turning to his spouse.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Rosie reprimanded Elanor, ignoring Sam. "You should be a good example for your younger siblings, AND be thankful for the food in front of you!" Elanor sulked for a moment, but changed the subject when she remembered her frightening dream.
"I had a strange dream last night," she recalled, thinking deep into last evening. "I dreamed I was happily eating and playing, then wandered off into a cave and an evil, black creature took me away. It seemed so real-I was so afraid. It was as if I remembered something, because I could have sworn I had seen or heard about the creature before, it knew ME, and wanted me for something. Though I couldn't see its face, I could FEEL the hatred and wickedness." She shuddered for a moment, frightened by just thinking about her nightmare, as Rose began to whimper fretfully. Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably as if he had something to hide.
"I'm afraid Mummy!" cried young Rose, who got up and hid in her mother's skirt. Frodo looked around and proudly announced that he was a big boy and wasn't afraid of anything. Elanor watched her father, who seemed to be anxious for some odd reason.
"What? Is everyone frightened by my silly dream?" she did not want to worry anyone for any explanation.
"Da "Da "Da"Darling," Sam started, getting up and kneeling in front of his eldest daughter, "You never, EVER have to be afraid of anything-EVER! You hear me? You just forget about that ridiculous dream and be happy! I want you to grow up perfectly content-not a single care or worry in the world. Do YOU understand? Do you ALL understand?" he said, looking around at the confused faces of his children. They nodded, not knowing what else to do. Sam sat back down and sighed, now troubled. Elanor picked at her food. She wondered what had triggered her father so. It was very strange. But then he almost always had been to her. Sometimes he would look to the West and whisper words that she couldn't understand. There were times when he seemed lost to her, trapped within his own thoughts and worries, if he had any of them. All these things raced through her mind, and one thought popped into her head-Sam's story telling. It had always interested her, and filled her with excitement and joy. She had heard all the few tales and the songs that were to be told, but she wanted something new. A new adventure that would take her far away into her own world of pleasure. But her parents banished the wondrous scary, bone chilling stories for their protective reasons-which annoyed her. Why couldn't she have the fun? It's not like her family had EVER done anything exhilarating before, been on any adventures. afraid of anything-EVER! You hear me? You just forget
Elanor quietly excused herself from the cheery table, now that everyone seemed back to normal. She walked down the long hall of Bag End, not really going anywhere. Confused and distracted from her usually happy morning mood, she grumpily stomped outside and walked along the rows of vegetables and flowerbeds. "Gardeners! Humph! It is so fun to sit at home and play with the earth!" she muttered sarcastically, in a dark mood. She knew how much it meant to the Gamgee family, since they had always had a history with planting and such. Even though she enjoyed it, it got boring. She needed a little more liveliness and action in her life. "I feel so incredibly restless all the time!" she thought, tired of the same thing over and over. "I know that hobbits are usually so content, but I for some reason, are not! I don't fit in PERFECTLY as I would wish!" She groaned and continued to stroll passed the yard. "I wonder if we always have had this huge hobbit hole?' she asked herself randomly. "I don't think we did.... I think I remember Daddy talking about the hobbits who used to live here.... But that was a long time ago! He never talks about the past, HIS past, except for the legends and stories of old... " Continuing thoughts wracked her mind, as her usual curiosity rose. "I didn't know the Gamgee family was so rich! How could we ever live in this wonderful hole?" But Rosie, who called for her, interrupted her questions. As Elanor got up, she made a promise to herself that she would someday find out what was going on, and what she had missed. She was determined to uncover all the unsolved mysteries that kept coming to mind, as she got older.
Elanor ran through the vast apple orchards of the Shire. As she skipped gaily along, she managed to pluck some of the sweet, red and mouthwatering fruit, which she kept in the pockets of her little apron. All seemed perfect. It was a beautiful sunny day, warm and pleasant to the whole. But she danced on too far passed the cheery orchard and her curiosity led her into dark, menacing cave. She peeked in, but only to find a face of a horrible, black creature in her face. She cried and kicked as the evil thing picked her up roughly and brought her into all darkness-pitch black. Her cries of help were of no avail, and she continued to go on into deep, penetrating shadows. All of a sudden, she felt hopeless and full of great sorrow and horrible fear, and as her mind seemed to wander into an unfathomable gloom, she woke up. The pretty hobbit girl blinked out her sleep and looked around. Realizing she was not in a dark place full of evil, but in her large familiar room which she shared with her sister, she sighed in relief. "It was only a dream!" she whispered reassuring to herself, thankful to be back to the real from her virtual scary encounter. With that, she stretched and hopped out of her fluffy, springy bed and scampered into the kitchen, where her feast was to come- her breakfast. "Good morning Mommy," she greeted her mother, giving her a little kiss. "Good morning to you also dear," Rosie answered back, shooting a perfect smile towards her lovely eldest daughter. Elanor returned the gesture with a happy grin, and sat down, eager to eat. Sizzling sausage and crispy bacon tickled her nose unmercifully, including the freshly made scrambled eggs and hot, buttered rolls. Following the parade of delicious smells, Elanor smelt her favorite: flawless made blueberry pancakes topped with maple syrup. "Mmm.it all smells soooooooo good!!! Oh Mum, when will it be ready?" she continued to pester, watching the motherly rush to and fro, adding a little to this and a dash of salt or pepper to that. But her gaze was distracted as her father walked in. "Daddy!" Elanor cried, giving her father a huge hug. "I have missed you so much! How long has it been? A whole month? Yes, that is it! I though you would stay and live in Buckland FOREVER!" Samwise Gamgee laughed heartily, and picked up the small 8-year old with care. "I have missed you too, my dearest Elanor! Do you think I would really stay and live with your "Uncle" Pippin and "Uncle" Merry now do you? I would miss you too much!"
Elanor had always secretly been the favorite of his four children, and Elanor knew it. But he still loved them as much. "Now," he continued, "Where are the rest of my beloved seed?" At the sound of his voice, the others came running from their playing to Sam in utter delight. "Daddy! Look Rosie, Daddy's finally home!" cried Frodo, the second oldest of the little family. "Yay!" shouted Rosie, running straight into her father's outstretched arms. Merry, two years, waddled far behind the two. "Dada! Da!" he stuttered joyfully. Even newborn Pippin seemed to be glad that Sam was home. After being mobbed by his children, Sam turned to his wife. "Ah, my dearest Rosie, how I have missed you!" With that he gave her a loving brush on the cheek with his lips. "Glad your back! Now you can help with all these young ones!" she chuckled teasingly.
After they all settled down, almost immediately the table was over taken by hungry youngsters, eager to eat. Once the food was set before them, the Gamgee family wasted no time whatsoever in devouring it. In the middle of chewing on a sausage, Elanor made a face of disgust. "I like when Daddy cooks better! This tastes funny! I guess smells aren't really what they seem!" she whined. Rosie gave her a warning look, which made Sam laugh.
"I guess I will always be the cook in this house!" he snorted playfully. "Sorry my darling!" he said, turning to his spouse.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Rosie reprimanded Elanor, ignoring Sam. "You should be a good example for your younger siblings, AND be thankful for the food in front of you!" Elanor sulked for a moment, but changed the subject when she remembered her frightening dream.
"I had a strange dream last night," she recalled, thinking deep into last evening. "I dreamed I was happily eating and playing, then wandered off into a cave and an evil, black creature took me away. It seemed so real-I was so afraid. It was as if I remembered something, because I could have sworn I had seen or heard about the creature before, it knew ME, and wanted me for something. Though I couldn't see its face, I could FEEL the hatred and wickedness." She shuddered for a moment, frightened by just thinking about her nightmare, as Rose began to whimper fretfully. Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably as if he had something to hide.
"I'm afraid Mummy!" cried young Rose, who got up and hid in her mother's skirt. Frodo looked around and proudly announced that he was a big boy and wasn't afraid of anything. Elanor watched her father, who seemed to be anxious for some odd reason.
"What? Is everyone frightened by my silly dream?" she did not want to worry anyone for any explanation.
"Da "Da "Da"Darling," Sam started, getting up and kneeling in front of his eldest daughter, "You never, EVER have to be afraid of anything-EVER! You hear me? You just forget about that ridiculous dream and be happy! I want you to grow up perfectly content-not a single care or worry in the world. Do YOU understand? Do you ALL understand?" he said, looking around at the confused faces of his children. They nodded, not knowing what else to do. Sam sat back down and sighed, now troubled. Elanor picked at her food. She wondered what had triggered her father so. It was very strange. But then he almost always had been to her. Sometimes he would look to the West and whisper words that she couldn't understand. There were times when he seemed lost to her, trapped within his own thoughts and worries, if he had any of them. All these things raced through her mind, and one thought popped into her head-Sam's story telling. It had always interested her, and filled her with excitement and joy. She had heard all the few tales and the songs that were to be told, but she wanted something new. A new adventure that would take her far away into her own world of pleasure. But her parents banished the wondrous scary, bone chilling stories for their protective reasons-which annoyed her. Why couldn't she have the fun? It's not like her family had EVER done anything exhilarating before, been on any adventures. afraid of anything-EVER! You hear me? You just forget
Elanor quietly excused herself from the cheery table, now that everyone seemed back to normal. She walked down the long hall of Bag End, not really going anywhere. Confused and distracted from her usually happy morning mood, she grumpily stomped outside and walked along the rows of vegetables and flowerbeds. "Gardeners! Humph! It is so fun to sit at home and play with the earth!" she muttered sarcastically, in a dark mood. She knew how much it meant to the Gamgee family, since they had always had a history with planting and such. Even though she enjoyed it, it got boring. She needed a little more liveliness and action in her life. "I feel so incredibly restless all the time!" she thought, tired of the same thing over and over. "I know that hobbits are usually so content, but I for some reason, are not! I don't fit in PERFECTLY as I would wish!" She groaned and continued to stroll passed the yard. "I wonder if we always have had this huge hobbit hole?' she asked herself randomly. "I don't think we did.... I think I remember Daddy talking about the hobbits who used to live here.... But that was a long time ago! He never talks about the past, HIS past, except for the legends and stories of old... " Continuing thoughts wracked her mind, as her usual curiosity rose. "I didn't know the Gamgee family was so rich! How could we ever live in this wonderful hole?" But Rosie, who called for her, interrupted her questions. As Elanor got up, she made a promise to herself that she would someday find out what was going on, and what she had missed. She was determined to uncover all the unsolved mysteries that kept coming to mind, as she got older.