18.) Garden
Story: Frodo and the Tree Spirits
Word Count: 255
It didn't take long for Frodo to reach Bag End's garden, where the orange pumpkins were ripe this time of the year. There was Lucinda, looking out at the garden. Frodo gulped, wondering if this was the best time to get her attention. He certainly didn't want to distract her from what she was doing, but he couldn't deny her either.
He wanted to be with her. That was it.
He cleared his throat, getting her attention, and approached her. The way she looked him in the eyes was pleasant, but also scary. It was like she was testing his wit, his resolve, and his spirit.
"Are you ready?" Lucinda asked, extending her hand. "I knew you would find me eventually."
"Did you ever doubt me?" Frodo asked, curious.
"Some," Lucinda said with a warm smile.
"I love you," Frodo said, watching her as she leaned in and kissed him again.
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Two Years Later….
Frodo stood in the East Farthing woods, carefree and loving adventures. Oh, how he loved these woods. Now, he got to spend some time with the woman he cherished. He turned to their infant son, who was cradled in his mother's arms.
"He's beautiful," Frodo said, kissing Lucinda on the cheek.
"He reminds me of you," Lucinda said, innocently.
"Yes, he is," Frodo said, shaking his head. He couldn't imagine a more perfect night than this. It truly was a blessing that he got to meet his wife here. It made the whole world easier to cope with.
The End.