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Disclaimer: Hi everyone! As always, LOTR isn't mine : ( and the poem "Red, Red Rose" belongs to Robert Burns, but he's kind of dead, so I don't think he'll sue.
"Sound it out, Sam."
"…melody that's sweetly played in tune," Sam read slowly, only missing a few words. Frodo had been teaching Sam to read, and the younger lad was very quick to learn.
It had only been a few weeks since the boys had met, but they were becoming inseparable. At first, Sam had been like a distraction from the pain, but now Frodo genuinely enjoyed spending time with the younger boy. He had a quick mind, and Frodo would prove that he was smarter than people gave him credit for.
Now, they were sitting in the sun outside Bag-End, enjoying the good weather.
"I think I'm getting it," Sam grinned. "But what do we read after this?"
"We could find some books on gardening, history, Elves, adventures. Anything we want."
"There are books on gardening? Really, Mr. Frodo?"
"Of course, Sam. There are books about flowers that grow in the Elves' woods, medical uses for plants." Frodo couldn't help but smile when he saw how excited Sam got.
"Hello, Sam," a voice said.
Both boys looked up, surprised. "Hello, Rosie," Sam said and blushed.
"How are you?" Rosie asked, smiling.
"I'm alright. How are you Rosie?" Sam blushed even more.
"Very good. Maybe, I'll see you later today, Sam."
"Okay," Sam said, and watched her as she walked away. "Oh, I'm stupid," he said when she was gone and hid himself on the forehead.
"She likes you. You obviously are interested in her," Frodo joked.
"No, she wouldn't-"
"Why would she walk all that way to get to Bagshot Row? She could just go through town. She likes you," Frodo insisted and Sam only blushed again.
"I just can't talk to her. I'm not very bright and I can never figure out the right words."
"What would you say?"
Sam thought for a moment, "I'm not very good with words, maybe I would give her a poem, like this one." He pointed to the poem he was learning to read:
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
O, my love is like the melody,
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still my dear
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will love thee still my, dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
A few hours later, Sam headed home for dinner, while a shadow jumped over the fence to the Cotton's farm.
