Hi…I thought I should mention that I changed the story from diary (1st view) to more story line (3rd view). It will still be from Primula's POV though; the "Dear Sam" will remain just as a special thing… I hope you all like my story!
Dear Sam,
I woke up to Elrond checking my injury one last time. He told me it would be fine, but gave me a sedative to help ease the pain. Frodo came in later, while I was combing my hair, and showed me the Mithril coat and Sting, presents of Bilbo.
"They really are beautiful items, let's hope you won't need them," I said quietly fingering the silver-colored shirt.
"Yeh, come on we better get ready and packed, else Gandalf decides to leave without us," Frodo said, shouldering his pack.
I picked up my own bag and winced as the strap pressed against my shoulder. I blinked it away, however, when Frodo glanced me, eyes filled with pity and worry.
My brother and I walked outside to where all the other members of the Fellowship were getting everything they need ready.
We were about ready to leave when an argument broke out between Aragorn and Boromir. Perking my ears to listen, I scowled as the argument spread like wildfire through the others. They were all arguing about whether or not I should still come, because of my injury people thought I was not strong enough to go.
I shied away from the bickering and watched Legolas and Aragorn argue with Boromir and Gimli. I am just so angry that my opinion is not being asked. Didn't anyone see me against Aragorn yesterday?
I turned around angrily as Frodo and Sam started fighting over me, Frodo for me going, Sam against it. It hurt me to se Sam so strongly against me coming, but hurt quickly turned to anger as I listened to the chaos in front of me.
"ENOUGH! This has gone on long enough!" I shouted from where I was against the wall. Everyone turned to look at me incredulously, having completely forgotten I was there.
"This is my choice, and no one is going to tell me otherwise because I got injured during a sword fight," I continued as Aragorn smiled at me, "You wouldn't stop Frodo, or Sam, or Merry, or Pippin if they got hurt and I don't want any special treatment because I'm a girl!"
I beckoned to Sam and drew my dagger from the sheath at my side. Sam stepped forward hesitantly, as the others formed a circle, and drew his sword looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Don't you dare hold back on me Samwise Gamgee," I said loudly so the other men could hear me.
I watched him carefully, searching for a weakness, his left arm was put out defensively across his chest and his sword arm was drawn back and ready, sword tip to the sky. I held my left hand out in front of my stomach, with my sword hilt at my ear and the tip facing Sam's face.
That's when I noticed his flaw, and I used it to my advantage. I swiped the blade in front of my face and around my head, and brought it swinging to his side, his arms dropped preparing to intercept my attack. At the last second, inches from his ribs, I flicked my wrist and had the dagger at his throat in the blink of an eye. I grabbed out with my left hand and death-gripped his sword arm.
I pressed on a pressure point on his neck, and used his momentary weakness to swing him around making sure to keep a tight hold on his sword hand. I kept my dagger in front of his throat as I got behind him. I heard him grunt as I pried the sword out of his hand and threw it to the ground, useless.
I stared everyone, who had opposed me going, coldly from behind Sam and only let my captive go when they looked down in acceptance. Frodo gave me a small smile and held my hand comfortingly when I got to his side.
"Enough of this nonsense, we have delayed long enough," Gandalf said briskly breaking all of us of our thoughts.
Everyone put their packs on and started walking out of Rivendell, glancing back to the beautiful city every once in a while. I walked beside my brother the entire time afraid that, while we were still near the city, the others might change their minds and send me home.
I had feared that Frodo would have become more and more depressed with every step into our adventure we went, but he seemed to grow more confident and almost happy. He was constantly glancing at the others, searching our eyes for a sign of regret, which no one had.
Sam constantly walked by me throughout the day, checking to see that my injury was alright, and that I wasn't getting tired. I laughed his over protectiveness away and weaved through the Big People, almost playing a game of tag with the other Hobbits.
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By the end of a full day of marching, we could see the Misty Mountains sticking out of the ground in the distance. I was painfully reminded of Bilbo and his adventure through the tunnels of the mountains which had led to this journey. Frodo and I smiled at each other when we heard Gandalf complain of the goblins that infested the mountains.
I'm pleased to say that my shoulder didn't bug me too much during our march; it was throbbing a little, but nothing over that. Unfortunately, when I sat down at the end of the day, Boromir had slapped me on the shoulder in congratulations of making it through the day. He had thought that was my uninjured shoulder, he was wrong.
Aragorn yelled at him after the incident when he realized what had happened, my shoulder hurt greatly but I tried to shake it off and practice sword-fighting with the other Hobbits.
Because I was the best fighter of the five, I was put against each of the men and forced to fight for an hour straight. Legolas and Gandalf watched us the entire time, and they corrected our mistake and gave us advice. I still beat the others every time, but they gave me more of a challenge then Sam had at Rivendell.
"Come on Primula, it's time for little sisters to go to sleep," Frodo teased leading me to my pack and blanket.
I would never have admitted it, but I was extremely tired. None of the men were going to sleep yet, but I didn't mind. They could be crabby in the morning as long as they weren't grumpy to me.
"Good night Frodo," I whispered as Frodo pulled my blanket over me and gave me a kiss goodnight.
Hopefully, tomorrow I will be able to stay up later; my body just needs to adjust to the long days of walking. Then I can be with Sam for a while longer, he kept blushing whenever he looked at me. I think both of us were revisiting the night before the Council of Elrond when we had revealed our feelings for each other.
Good night…
