This is my very first story. I decided to start with a one-shot just to see how things would go. I hope you enjoy it!
Inspired by the last five sentences of ROTK, as well as the last scene in the movie.
I own nothing, everything belongs to JRR Tolkein/Peter Jackson.
After the Grey Havens
Walking down the smooth dirt path toward home, Sam gazed at his surroundings. Lush green grass grew beside the worn footpath, and bright flowers of all sizes could be seen peeping out from under hedges and from behind a small white fence nearby. Cozy looking hobbit-holes nestled under trees and in the sides of small hills. Delicate curls of smoke drifted from their tiny brick chimneys. Beauty surrounded him. Everything was perfect. Or almost.
Almost...
Frodo.
Frodo was gone.
His best friend had sailed away on a ship from the Grey Havens, bound for Valinor. Gandalf, Elrond, Galadriel, and Bilbo had also departed Middle-earth with him, passing over the sea to the Undying Lands. And Sam could not go with them.
But he could not dwell on this - though the thought of never seeing his friends again pained him terribly. Still, Frodo had hinted that he might be allowed to travel to the West eventually, so he found comfort in that.
Taking a deep breath, Samwise the Brave - Mayor of the Shire, Ring-bearer, gardener, and Frodo's friend - continued on towards home.
Rosie - his dear, sweet, Rosie - would have supper ready, and little Elanor would be waiting by the window, watching for him to come home. As he turned to open the garden gate, he saw a little face framed by riotous golden curls brighten at the sight of him, and then disappear from the window as its owner hopped down to run to the door.
"Daddy!!" Elanor squealed, flinging open the round, yellow door, and launching her small self at her papa for a hug. Bending down, Sam grasped his daughter and hoisted her up into the air, catching her when she came down, and enveloping her in a warm hug. Following behind her more slowly was Rosie, her hair caught up with ribbons, her hands holding a towel, and a warm smile blooming on her face. She wrapped her arms around him, and planted a light kiss on his cheek. "Sweetheart", murmured Rosie softly, sensing his grief.
Taking him by the hand, Rosie drew him into their home. Once inside, he set Eleanor down, and she ran off through the house. Holding hands, Sam and Rosie followed their little girl down the hallway and into a large room. A small fire was lit in the fireplace on one side of the room. Two rocking chairs were situated in front of the fire, and several toys were spread out on the floor. On the other side of the room, a beautifully carved wooden table was surrounded by three chairs of different sizes. It was covered with a brightly colored tablecloth, and was spread with a modest supper.
Sam went to his chair by the fire, and sank into it with a sigh. Calling Elanor, Rose lifted the child and placed her in Sam's arms. Holding his daughter in one arm, he drew his wife to stand next to him, and together they gazed into the dancing flames. Sam drew a deep breath and said, "Well, I'm back".