Not long after they set out for the Grey Havens, spirits mellow. He and Sam did not talk much of the night Frodo finally confessed his love, for there was nothing to say. Sam was married to Rose. They had a child and they loved each other. To say Sam was torn would be an understatement. On the second night of their journey west, Sam addressed Frodo while cooking dinner.
"Frodo," he began, idly poking at the sausage on the pan in his hand. He signed heavily. "Why is it you never told me before? I mean, if I had been sure, I would not have allowed myself to fall in love with Rosie."
Frodo laughed, bitter. "You would have fallen in love anyways. We cannot chose whom our hearts belong to..." He looked to the stars. "We can merely follow what our hearts say." He looked at Sam. "Besides, we will be together again, one day."
Their conversation was light for the rest of the evening. They fell asleep by a burning fire, Sam holding Frodo in his arms, both cherishing the time they were together for it was growing scarce. Rosie was hardly in the minds of either of them, not wanting to be reminded of the complications in their lives.
And when at last they came to The Havens in the company of Elrond and Galadriel and Gandalf and Bilbo, Frodo kissed his three closest friends goodbye, Sam last of all. As Frodo embraced his Sam for what could very possibly be the last time, Sam whispered into his ear.
"Please, Mr. Frodo, I want to hear it one last time."
Amidst his tears, Frodo smiled. "I love you, Sam," he whispered.
Sam could only watch as the ship took his Frodo away from him. Merry and Pippin stood at his side, knowing all has been repaired. When the sun was no longer present, and the moon had come out to play across the water, Sam turned to his companions.
"Do you think I will ever see him again?" Sam asked.
Merry smiled at Pippin and patted Sam on the back, the three of them heading towards their horses. "Of course you will, Sam. One day. You will join the other ring bearers when the time comes. But for now, you have Rosie and Elanor-lass to tend to."
Sam breathed in a deep breath. He knew in his heart that he would see Frodo again, and besides, he loved Rose and he loved Elanor. He would never dream of abandoning them. He took one last look at the sea, knowing this would not be the last time he saw it. Mounting Bill, he looked over to Merry and Pippin, smiling. "Let's go home."
Frodo watched, Bilbo behind him, a hand on his shoulder, the figure of Sam and Merry and Pippin on the water's edge. Their silhouettes seemed lonely, the sea breeze offering no comfort. Suddenly, he noticed something. The pain was gone. His final burden had been lifted. And with a sigh of contentment, he turned towards the members of the crew, smiling, anticipating the adventures to come.
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1482 - Death of Mistress Rose, wife of Master Samwise, On Mid-year's Day. On September 22 Master Samwise rides out from Bag End. He comes to the Tower Hills, and is last seen by Elanor, to whom he gives the Red Book afterwards kept by the Fairbairns. Among them the tradition is handed down from Elanor that Samwise passed the Towers, and went to Grey Havens, and passed over the Sea, last of the Ring-bearers.
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As always, special shout outs and thanks to my friends, the people who inspire me and make me get up when I'm feeling down. ^.^
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End Of The Story Quote ~
Pippin: *tugging on Boromir's sleeve* Boromir! Boromir! Merry says that whenever Legolas flips his hair, another fangirl faints.
Merry: *nods vehemently*
Legolas: *flips hair*
Aragorn: *faints*
Pippin, Merry and Boromir: o.O;;;
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