Title: Perspective
Day by drabble submission
Prompt:#14 wheelbarrows
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam and his growing family.
Genre: General
Rating & Warnings: G
Word Count:303
In a garden, the earth is everything. Sometimes it's rich, sometimes it's rocky, or full of slate. Sometimes his plants grow with practically no help at all, like magic. Sometimes he wrestles with them- nursing them for days, obsessing over them, convincing them of the necessity to grow.
Actually, in that respect, raising his children hadn't been so different. Starting with little Eleanor, his precious firstborn, all the way to his youngest, Tom, his garden of children had grown. Rose once remarked to a friend that Sam seemed to have subhobbit patience; how else could he have been handling the affairs of the Shire for six years running and still be gentle enough to handle the problems of their little four year old?
Perspective, he supposed. Nothing seemed too horrible in comparison to those days he'd spent with Frodo, carrying his master over the volcanic ash, up the petrous, rocky soil- where no beauty existed, where there was scarcely air to breathe.
He was clipping off flowers, arranging them carefully in one hand when his son appeared. His Frodo looked nothing like his namesake, except perhaps that his smile lit up his eyes in the same way.
"Da, are you coming? Ma and Daisy are looking for you!"
"Now hold on..." Sam chides his eldest son as he carefully twists a piece of twine around the flowers. "There. Finished… this'll be for Goldilocks' wedding bouquet."
Frodo helps him to his feet and leads him up the familiar dirt path. Outside Bag-End Goldie's wheelbarrow is full of gifts and necessities she'll need to start her own household. And of course, amidst their family of fifteen there are plenty of cheers and well wishes to send the couple off properly. Whenever he feels sad, Sam allows himself the comfort of looking to the house, to the lines of wheelbarrows still in place.
He still has five left.