Pretty Party Clothes crocheted of snow!
Inspired by a Flight of the concords song. (which is listed at the end of the story.)
Summary: Sam finds a interesting weed on Yuletide eve. I know it doesn't make any scenes what so ever...
Sam was outside bag-end, making the garden look perfect for the guests his master was having over for dinner in a few hours. He was clearing the snow away from the garden, suddenly he found a very interesting plant. It smelled... different.
"What's this?" he murmured. "A herb maybe?"
(A/N:hobbits were completely oblivious to any weed (in this story) other than the ones they smoke in their pipes old Toby, long bottom leaf.. You get it. I hope...)
He placed it a bit on his tongue, it was flavourless, and about 5 seconds after he made that mental note the world exploded into a haze of colour and magic things.
"Sam!" called Frodo.
"Master" He replied dreamily.
"Come inside! It's freezing!"
"Says the hobbit that is wearing clothes made of snow!"
"Sam... What?"
"Pretty party clothes crocheted of snow!" Said Sam, as if pointing out the blatantly obvious. '
"Sam. You're ill. Come inside now!"
"Your clothes will melt master!" Replied Sam.
"Sam... Please, you're only making yourself more ill in this weather."
Frodo walked towards Sam and pulled him up. "Come on Sam"
Sam moaned. He was slowly coming back to reality now. It was awful.
"I never ever want to see that herb again." He murmured
"What herb Sam?" Said Frodo softly.
"The herb.. in the garden... under the snow." Sam mumbled
"It was probably just a weed Sam."
"Humph"
Frodo took Sam to the a spare room. Sam lay down immediately. And fell asleep as soon as Frodo shut the door and had left the room.
That night Sam's dreams were very strange. He dreamt of Frodo dancing around in his snow clothes singing 'prince of parties' by flight of the conchords. He saw his master dancing with some unseen hobbit-lady. He vaguely remembered her, walking around bag-end. Helping Frodo set things up. Now they were both singing happily.
Sam smiled happily and said " I told him his clothes were made of snow."
the end
AN (again) Ok.. first fanfiction. Yes I admit I was tired and drinking cola and listening to 'prince of parties at the time I thought of this. I hope you enjoyed it.