Evening Adventures
by: KRWalker (Serris)
dedicated to: SLWatson (my wonderful, loving sister)
Disclaimers: All the usuals!
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Samwise Gamgee had always dreamt of adventure, but was always very reluctant to admit it, even to his closest friends of the Shire. Since he was a young hobbit he had managed to find himself a place around any fire where there was a story to be told (especially those of Elves, for they were his favorite), and over the years had gathered quite a knowledge of lore, though he would certainly deny it if anyone were to ask. No, he was more of the quiet observer than anything else, and he much preferred it that way.
His knowledge had paid off quite a bit throughout his journey with the other hobbits who were in search of Gandalf and the wisdom that lay behind the making and bearing of the One Ring. It was to no avail that his knowledge was made public, however, because he hadn't spoken up much about it for fear of misremembering. In the back of his mind, though, he figured himself to know much more than anyone expected of him.
It was quite to his merriment and mirth that himself, Merry, Pippin, and the Ranger called Strider arrived in Lothlorien to find Frodo Baggins was indeed safe in the caring of the Elves. Young Gamgee had been worrying himself sick since Baggins had fallen ill, and was glad now that his friend could return to the great feast the Elves had offered in honor of all of them (and especially in honor of Frodo's recovery.)
Again, the young hobbit was delightfully surprised, this time to find that Frodo's older cousin, the Great Bilbo Baggins, was in the same house, and even more exciting, the same room!
It had been many years since Sam had sat at the feet of Bilbo, listening for a grand tale, and at the first chance he was back again on the floor, ready to listen. One more it was himself, Frodo, and Bilbo together to listen and tell, as it had been many times, and the thought made him smile in an ever so boyish way. Many years he had watched over one friend in the absence of another, and he wished beyond any wish that they would one day in the far future share a quite sup together.
For once, Samwise got what he had wished for, though it was not nearly as extravagent as his other wishes often were. The sound of Bilbo's voice and the Elven music around him soon sped him off to sleep, and he instinctively curled up on the floor at the feet of those he knew, comfortable in the knowledge that all was well at the moment.
Dreaming was probably one of his favorite things next to a good story and fresh mushrooms. This time he was having a dream of splendid adventure with himself as a fighter and his hobbit friends as companions. He had given himself a tall brown horse with jewel adorned saddle and bridle, while the other's mounts were of near splendor, but not height.
Often was it that he cast himself in the lead role of a dream, and it was many a time that he woke refreshed in the Shire after slaying the wiked dragon, or the evil, vile creatures that threatened his happiness. However, he had not won a battle in his dreams since he had left the Shire, and his mind secretly wished to be back there so he could be victorious again.
It mattered not, though, for he always awoke from such dreams before the danger became too strong or too near, and he always knew that was when he had to find his master and be sure that all wrong was put right again. That was what he did -- his adventures could wait for sleep to come again.
by: KRWalker (Serris)
dedicated to: SLWatson (my wonderful, loving sister)
Disclaimers: All the usuals!
- --------- - --
Samwise Gamgee had always dreamt of adventure, but was always very reluctant to admit it, even to his closest friends of the Shire. Since he was a young hobbit he had managed to find himself a place around any fire where there was a story to be told (especially those of Elves, for they were his favorite), and over the years had gathered quite a knowledge of lore, though he would certainly deny it if anyone were to ask. No, he was more of the quiet observer than anything else, and he much preferred it that way.
His knowledge had paid off quite a bit throughout his journey with the other hobbits who were in search of Gandalf and the wisdom that lay behind the making and bearing of the One Ring. It was to no avail that his knowledge was made public, however, because he hadn't spoken up much about it for fear of misremembering. In the back of his mind, though, he figured himself to know much more than anyone expected of him.
It was quite to his merriment and mirth that himself, Merry, Pippin, and the Ranger called Strider arrived in Lothlorien to find Frodo Baggins was indeed safe in the caring of the Elves. Young Gamgee had been worrying himself sick since Baggins had fallen ill, and was glad now that his friend could return to the great feast the Elves had offered in honor of all of them (and especially in honor of Frodo's recovery.)
Again, the young hobbit was delightfully surprised, this time to find that Frodo's older cousin, the Great Bilbo Baggins, was in the same house, and even more exciting, the same room!
It had been many years since Sam had sat at the feet of Bilbo, listening for a grand tale, and at the first chance he was back again on the floor, ready to listen. One more it was himself, Frodo, and Bilbo together to listen and tell, as it had been many times, and the thought made him smile in an ever so boyish way. Many years he had watched over one friend in the absence of another, and he wished beyond any wish that they would one day in the far future share a quite sup together.
For once, Samwise got what he had wished for, though it was not nearly as extravagent as his other wishes often were. The sound of Bilbo's voice and the Elven music around him soon sped him off to sleep, and he instinctively curled up on the floor at the feet of those he knew, comfortable in the knowledge that all was well at the moment.
Dreaming was probably one of his favorite things next to a good story and fresh mushrooms. This time he was having a dream of splendid adventure with himself as a fighter and his hobbit friends as companions. He had given himself a tall brown horse with jewel adorned saddle and bridle, while the other's mounts were of near splendor, but not height.
Often was it that he cast himself in the lead role of a dream, and it was many a time that he woke refreshed in the Shire after slaying the wiked dragon, or the evil, vile creatures that threatened his happiness. However, he had not won a battle in his dreams since he had left the Shire, and his mind secretly wished to be back there so he could be victorious again.
It mattered not, though, for he always awoke from such dreams before the danger became too strong or too near, and he always knew that was when he had to find his master and be sure that all wrong was put right again. That was what he did -- his adventures could wait for sleep to come again.
