This is my very first story, so don't judge two harshly. But r+r quickly,
and again, more quickly.
Disclaimer's note: I don't own any of the LOTR characters, *sniffles*. But I really want to… especially Pippin, Frodo, and Legolas. How yummy be they. *giggles*
Sam hastened to prepare for the coming Tuesday. Three days, just three days! Well, thought he, if I eat and sleep a total of 7 hours a day, that would give me…45 hours! That's not nearly enough time!
Poor Sam! A few minutes ago, he was having a comfortable evening, cradling tiny, golden-haired little Rosalie in his arms. Alas, just then the town postman (Yes, by that time there was such a thing as postman, though many a hobbit believed that such an occupation was unneeded, and there for utterly ridiculous.) knocked on the front door. "Achem. A letter for Mr. Samwise Gamgee. Er… Mr. Gamgee, sir?"
The postman proceeded to bang on the door. Obviously, he was new at the job. Coming, coming, he thought irritably. Placing Rosalie in her bassinet, he walked over and opened the door. " Ah, ye-yes, mister Gamgee? Here's a letter posted by misters Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. Sam took the letter. And after the postman left, he opened the envelope. Out fluttered two articles of paper. One, a letter from Merry, and the other, a recto from Pippin. Sam picked both up and read eagerly.
Merry's letter:
Hello Sam! I hope your feeling well. And how are Rosie and little Rosalie? Good I hope. More to the point, I really do hope your feeling up to hosting the engagement this year. Sorry, but Pippin and me have been outrageously busy. There's some good news for ya then! It's almost complete. (Really very sorry about the burden.) Nothing else, I think. Oh yes! Legolas is bringing a friend with him, so you'll have an extra mouth to feed for that day. It's scheduled to be on the New Moon of March. Don't know how fast postmen are. Can't wait!
~Merry B.
The recto:
Ahoy Sam! And what a great busy body have you been lately! With that little baby of yours. Met with Strider the other day at the Pony. And I reckon he'll come, but he's been as busy as you, and frankly, I was a wee bit surprised to see him there, but even kings need a break for a brandy sometime. Ya reckon? I also heard that old Butterbur is considering retirement. Poor man's memory gets worse as his age progresses. Mind's like a leaky keg. But if he does retire, Maybe he'll think about a certain hobbit named Peregrin, who would be a great replacement!
~Pippin Took
(A few minutes after the shock wore off…)
"Let's see, uh, the plates will go over here, what am I talking about? It needs to be close to the food!" Sam muttered to himself. "Alright. The spoons will go next to the plates, yes. Um… the napkins, the napkins! For the love of Galadriel! I don't have napkins!"
Sam tore off to get some napkins, but stopped abruptly when he remembered that the kitchen was the other direction. In his turn, his toe banged into the rim of the door. Just then Rosie came in. "Sam, you need to take things easy. Everyone knows that you've only had a few days to prepare for this. They'll still love you, even if everything isn't perfect." She walked over to him and helped him into a chair. Stroking the curls on his head, she continued, " Besides, you've forgotten, the party isn't in three days, you needn't put the napkins or plates out now. But, What you DO need to do is schedule a time to use The Commons, we really can't fit seven persons in this hobbit sized hobbit hole." Rosie stopped talking as she bent down and arranged the blankets in Rosalie's crib. We'll go tomorrow and straighten everything out. But until then, we need to follow Rosalie's example and get some shuteye. With that she planted a kiss on his left cheek and went off to bed. Feeling his burden being somewhat shed, Sam too left for bed and soon went drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
Oi! The second chapt. is almost done, and a new character'l be introduced. Probably a girl… because all the fellowship were guys. Unfair. :(
Disclaimer's note: I don't own any of the LOTR characters, *sniffles*. But I really want to… especially Pippin, Frodo, and Legolas. How yummy be they. *giggles*
Sam hastened to prepare for the coming Tuesday. Three days, just three days! Well, thought he, if I eat and sleep a total of 7 hours a day, that would give me…45 hours! That's not nearly enough time!
Poor Sam! A few minutes ago, he was having a comfortable evening, cradling tiny, golden-haired little Rosalie in his arms. Alas, just then the town postman (Yes, by that time there was such a thing as postman, though many a hobbit believed that such an occupation was unneeded, and there for utterly ridiculous.) knocked on the front door. "Achem. A letter for Mr. Samwise Gamgee. Er… Mr. Gamgee, sir?"
The postman proceeded to bang on the door. Obviously, he was new at the job. Coming, coming, he thought irritably. Placing Rosalie in her bassinet, he walked over and opened the door. " Ah, ye-yes, mister Gamgee? Here's a letter posted by misters Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. Sam took the letter. And after the postman left, he opened the envelope. Out fluttered two articles of paper. One, a letter from Merry, and the other, a recto from Pippin. Sam picked both up and read eagerly.
Merry's letter:
Hello Sam! I hope your feeling well. And how are Rosie and little Rosalie? Good I hope. More to the point, I really do hope your feeling up to hosting the engagement this year. Sorry, but Pippin and me have been outrageously busy. There's some good news for ya then! It's almost complete. (Really very sorry about the burden.) Nothing else, I think. Oh yes! Legolas is bringing a friend with him, so you'll have an extra mouth to feed for that day. It's scheduled to be on the New Moon of March. Don't know how fast postmen are. Can't wait!
~Merry B.
The recto:
Ahoy Sam! And what a great busy body have you been lately! With that little baby of yours. Met with Strider the other day at the Pony. And I reckon he'll come, but he's been as busy as you, and frankly, I was a wee bit surprised to see him there, but even kings need a break for a brandy sometime. Ya reckon? I also heard that old Butterbur is considering retirement. Poor man's memory gets worse as his age progresses. Mind's like a leaky keg. But if he does retire, Maybe he'll think about a certain hobbit named Peregrin, who would be a great replacement!
~Pippin Took
(A few minutes after the shock wore off…)
"Let's see, uh, the plates will go over here, what am I talking about? It needs to be close to the food!" Sam muttered to himself. "Alright. The spoons will go next to the plates, yes. Um… the napkins, the napkins! For the love of Galadriel! I don't have napkins!"
Sam tore off to get some napkins, but stopped abruptly when he remembered that the kitchen was the other direction. In his turn, his toe banged into the rim of the door. Just then Rosie came in. "Sam, you need to take things easy. Everyone knows that you've only had a few days to prepare for this. They'll still love you, even if everything isn't perfect." She walked over to him and helped him into a chair. Stroking the curls on his head, she continued, " Besides, you've forgotten, the party isn't in three days, you needn't put the napkins or plates out now. But, What you DO need to do is schedule a time to use The Commons, we really can't fit seven persons in this hobbit sized hobbit hole." Rosie stopped talking as she bent down and arranged the blankets in Rosalie's crib. We'll go tomorrow and straighten everything out. But until then, we need to follow Rosalie's example and get some shuteye. With that she planted a kiss on his left cheek and went off to bed. Feeling his burden being somewhat shed, Sam too left for bed and soon went drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
Oi! The second chapt. is almost done, and a new character'l be introduced. Probably a girl… because all the fellowship were guys. Unfair. :(
