" Goldilocks!" She heard her mother shout. Goldilocks winced; this would not go over well with her parents. "Goldilocks Gamgee! What in the Shire happened to you? Where you fighting again?" Goldilocks shamefully nodded. " I am so sorry, Aragorn, for having you see that. I assure you it won't happen again." Rosie apologized.
" It was no problem, I have to go bring my wife. Also I must tell my advisors and bodyguards that they may return now. So I will return and see you shortly." Aragorn turned and with a small wink to Goldilocks, left. Rosie waved good-bye to the King and then turned to her daughter.
"What am I going to do with you? This is the third time in the past two weeks!" Goldilocks would have corrected her and said four but knew wiser and kept her tongue. "I am sorry but this time I am going to leave the punishing to you're father." Goldilocks mentally screamed.
"No mother! You can't he'll forbid me to go to the party tomorrow. Please I'll be good! Just tell him after the party, please mother please! Faramir will be there I haven't seen him in so long." Goldilocks pleaded,
"You should of thought of that before you decided to beat some for hobbit-boy up!" Her mother came back,
" It's not fair, I held my tongue as best I could. He insulted you mother and me and father! Please understand! I'm sorry, I really am!" Goldilocks was practically to tears.
" I'm sorry, dear. You have to pay the price for what you have done. Now don't ask me again. I am telling your father and that is the end of it! Go clean up, your father and Lord Aragorn will be home soon." Goldilocks didn't even let her mother finish, she fled to her room. Passing her father's forbidden study and the room next to it that her father never let anyone in, she tried to hold back the tears. She slammed the door behind her, and sat down on the bed. As she did so she heard the front door open.
"Oh no…" she said to herself. He father had probably heard everything that she and her mother had argued about. Sure enough, her father said only a few words to her mother and then she heard his footsteps coming towards their room. There was a knock at the door,
"Goldilocks," she heard her father call from outside.
" Come in," she said miserably. Her father slowly opened the door, stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"So you were fighting again today?" Samwise said firmly. Goldilocks nodded. Goldilocks hated hearing disappointment in voices. It usually wasn't the punishment but the lecture she would receive before hand that would shame her. She took a deep breath, preparing for everything she would have to explain.
" Ofo, he made fun of me, he made fun of mother, I-"
"I don't want explanations, you're grounded for three weeks."
" Father! Please I must go to the party tomorrow, it is the only time I may see Faramir. I haven't seen him in so long! Please father." Goldilocks begged, she looked into her father's eyes. There it was, she saw it again. Grief. Why did her father always seem to despair when in eye contact with her?
" I'm sorry, my child. You must learn your lesson. Tomorrow you will not attend the festivities. You will stay in the house, no friends may come to visit." He said solemnly
" You forget to whom you speak father, I have no friends." Goldilocks managed, now her eyes were hard and had no cheerfulness that was usually there.
The site of her eyes like that almost scared Samwise. Sam sighed, he couldn't argue with her. No friends ever came to call for her, except for the rare occasion of Faramir and his father coming to visit. Sam got up; he felt the grief welding up in his heart. Memories of Frodo ached inside him. He also remembered a childhood when he had no friends but one, Frodo. Without a word he left her in the room. He walked along the long passages in Bag-End. He stopped, the smell of Rosie's cooking beckoned him to the kitchen, but instead he turned and went into Frodo's room. He entered, the dark room and drew back the shades.
The bed glimmered with the Mithril armor that was laid out on it. Next to it he recognized the sheath of Sting, his old masters sword. He walked over and lifted it and unsheathed it. The blade was plain, except for the elvish writing inscribed onto it. He swung it around for a moment remembering fighting off Shelob, the giant spider. That only brought the grief of finding Frodo cold and motionless on the mountainside. Sam sighed and sheathed the beautiful Elven sword. He gently laid it back onto the bed and left the room.