-- Author's
note: This is a small scene I wrote, retelling Sam's return from the Havens.
It's my first LOTR fanfic, hope you like it! Sorry for any blatant grammatical
or syntactical errors, English is not my first language... -- Marwën
The night
was quite advanced when Samwise Gamgee silently entered Bag End. He left his elven cloak on the hanger and
went to see little Elanor in her cradle.
She was sleeping peacefully, and Sam watched her with wonder.
"My
daughter," he thought fondly. "My own beautiful child."
He kissed
her softly on the forehead as she stirred in her sleep.
He left her
bedroom and went to his and Rosie's.
His wife was sleeping too in their bed.
Sam silently changed into his night clothes and slid under the covers. He lied his back to his wife, his eyes
opened, and a great melancholy passed over him, as the sounds of the sea still
were in his heart. Then he felt Rose
stir next to him, and her warm arms embraced him, as she sleepily kissed his
neck.
"You are
back, my love," she said. "We missed
you."
Sam didn't
turn around, but he clutched her arms tightly and kissed her hands. Then the grief he had held with him during
his return from the Havens overwhelmed him, and his shoulders trembled with
silent sobs. Rosie frowned, and lift
herself on one elbow, asking:
"What is
it, Sam?"
Sam kept
silent, but this time he turned around, hiding his face in his wife's bosom,
wetting her nightgown with his tears.
He held her close, seeking comfort in her arms. Rose rubbed his back, murmuring soothing
words. She didn't urge him to talk, as
she knew he would when he'd want to.
After a few
minutes, Sam said softly: "He's gone."
She kissed
his forehead. "Who is?" "Frodo."
Rosie
looked at him surprisingly. "Mr. Frodo?
Gone where?… You don't mean…" Sam shook his head.
"He's
passed over the sea. He isn't coming
back."
"Oh,
Sam…" She pulled him against her, as
his tears flowed in earnest. She rocked
him slowly for a moment, then gently pushed him away. There they lay, forehead against forehead, their hearts in
turmoil. Then she kissed him softly on
the lips, and she said:
"Come now,
Sam. I don't think that Mr. Frodo wants
you to be so sad." Sam shook his head
amid his tears. Rosie continued: "At
least not if you have your loving wife and beautiful children by your
side…"
Sam,
startled, looked questioningly into his wife's gleaming eyes. Rose was smiling. "And this time, I think it'll be a little Frodo-lad…" A smile
slowly crept on Sam's tear-lined face, as realization dawned unto him. Then he laughed and sobbed, hugging Rose
tightly against his chest. It is
embracing each other that they both went to sleep.
