OK, here it is, lots of weeping involved.
This is inspired by the first RPG I ever took part in! Go me! OK, just read:
Frodo and Sam were sitting in the back of the Green Dragon, the inn on the road to Bywater. No one was sitting around them, it was just they two. Frodo had sat there the whole time, staring into his mug of beer as if it were telling him the future. Sam looked at him with pity in his big brown eyes.
'Master?' said Sam, hesitantly. 'Is there anything I can-' 'Sam, we need to talk,' Frodo interrupted. 'Come; it's time to go on home.' Sam got their things together and they walked towards Bag End.
Frodo and Sam stepped inside, and Sam lit a fire in the fireplace. 'He's quiet,' Sam thought. 'He's too quiet.'
Frodo stood in the middle of the room and beckoned for Sam to come. 'Sam, my lad, you do know that I have to leave here - leave Middle-earth - don't you, Sam?'
'Well, yes, sir, but your not -' Sam choked back a sob. 'Not going now are you, sir?'
'No, Sam, not yet. But I will have to go sometime.' He stood thinking. 'Sam, when I do go, what do you think will become of all my things? Of Bag End? I can't take them with me, you know.'
'No, sir. You could sell everything, I suppose.'
'I had thought of that. But I decided to follow in Bilbo's footsteps: producing an heir.'
'Oh, that's a lovely idea, sir! But whom shall you chose: Mr. Merry or Master Pippin?'
'Sam, my lad, I was actually thinking of you.'
Sam just looked at Frodo with an open mouth. Disbelief was written all over his face.
'But, Mr Frodo! I can't accept this. I don't deserve Bag End! I've never done anything important or great in my whole life! I need to. sit down.' Sam went and found his favourite chair by the fire-place and buried his face in his hands, with his elbows resting on his knees.
'Sam, please. It's the least I can do. Have you forgotten everything you did in Mordor, Sam?'
'I was just doing my job, sir.'
'No, Sam, you did it out of friendship. You could have dropped the whole task and come back home, to the Shire, your family, everything you love. But, no, Sam! You didn't! You kept going! And why? Why did you do that, Sam?' Sam lifted his head from his hands to see Frodo had fallen on his knees before him. He was looking at Sam with his blue eyes, but they were red around the rims. His master was crying. Sam's heart broke into one thousand pieces. 'How did you do it, Sam? Why did you?'
'Because I -' He paused. 'I love you, master!' Sam broke into tears. He fell out of his chair onto his own knees, face to face with Frodo. 'I didn't mean to hurt you, master.'
'Just take my gift to you, Sam. That's all I ask.'
Sam nodded and embraced Frodo. 'Yes, Master,' he whispered. He pulled away from Frodo and wiped the tears from his master's eyes. "For you, anything." Frodo smiled through his tears and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "As it always has been, am I right?"
Sam laughed in spite of himself and embraced Frodo once again. "Of course master... of course."
This is inspired by the first RPG I ever took part in! Go me! OK, just read:
Frodo and Sam were sitting in the back of the Green Dragon, the inn on the road to Bywater. No one was sitting around them, it was just they two. Frodo had sat there the whole time, staring into his mug of beer as if it were telling him the future. Sam looked at him with pity in his big brown eyes.
'Master?' said Sam, hesitantly. 'Is there anything I can-' 'Sam, we need to talk,' Frodo interrupted. 'Come; it's time to go on home.' Sam got their things together and they walked towards Bag End.
Frodo and Sam stepped inside, and Sam lit a fire in the fireplace. 'He's quiet,' Sam thought. 'He's too quiet.'
Frodo stood in the middle of the room and beckoned for Sam to come. 'Sam, my lad, you do know that I have to leave here - leave Middle-earth - don't you, Sam?'
'Well, yes, sir, but your not -' Sam choked back a sob. 'Not going now are you, sir?'
'No, Sam, not yet. But I will have to go sometime.' He stood thinking. 'Sam, when I do go, what do you think will become of all my things? Of Bag End? I can't take them with me, you know.'
'No, sir. You could sell everything, I suppose.'
'I had thought of that. But I decided to follow in Bilbo's footsteps: producing an heir.'
'Oh, that's a lovely idea, sir! But whom shall you chose: Mr. Merry or Master Pippin?'
'Sam, my lad, I was actually thinking of you.'
Sam just looked at Frodo with an open mouth. Disbelief was written all over his face.
'But, Mr Frodo! I can't accept this. I don't deserve Bag End! I've never done anything important or great in my whole life! I need to. sit down.' Sam went and found his favourite chair by the fire-place and buried his face in his hands, with his elbows resting on his knees.
'Sam, please. It's the least I can do. Have you forgotten everything you did in Mordor, Sam?'
'I was just doing my job, sir.'
'No, Sam, you did it out of friendship. You could have dropped the whole task and come back home, to the Shire, your family, everything you love. But, no, Sam! You didn't! You kept going! And why? Why did you do that, Sam?' Sam lifted his head from his hands to see Frodo had fallen on his knees before him. He was looking at Sam with his blue eyes, but they were red around the rims. His master was crying. Sam's heart broke into one thousand pieces. 'How did you do it, Sam? Why did you?'
'Because I -' He paused. 'I love you, master!' Sam broke into tears. He fell out of his chair onto his own knees, face to face with Frodo. 'I didn't mean to hurt you, master.'
'Just take my gift to you, Sam. That's all I ask.'
Sam nodded and embraced Frodo. 'Yes, Master,' he whispered. He pulled away from Frodo and wiped the tears from his master's eyes. "For you, anything." Frodo smiled through his tears and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "As it always has been, am I right?"
Sam laughed in spite of himself and embraced Frodo once again. "Of course master... of course."
