Suddenly everything stopped, she felt her Uncle's warm grip around her. She slowly opened her eyes. She saw Faramir making his way hurriedly down the opposite side of the tree.
"It's alright, I have you," Merry smiled at her. She wrapped her arms around her Uncle's neck and felt breathing slowly become easy again. " Sam, Pippin! I found them!" Merry called into the darkness. Goldilocks heard a great deal of rustling in the woods around her, and then everything went black. She passed out. Sam and Pippin came through moments later. Pippin ran strait to his son and hugged him; Sam ran to Merry and gently took Goldilocks from his arms. He embraced his young daughter tightly.
"What happened?" Sam asked Merry while holding tightly to his daughter. 0
" I am not quite sure, I heard them screaming my name, and so I came running. And there she was. Hanging by Faramir hand. I got underneath her so that she wouldn't fall. I caught her and then here we are. I am guessing she passed out from the fright." Faramir held onto his father tightly.
" Thank you, Merry," Sam said looking at daughter. "Faramir, I thank you also. I'm sure that if you did not catch her that she would be in a much less favorable state."
" You won't punish her too harshly, will you Uncle Sam?" Pippin gave his son a warning nudge. Faramir kept his eye on Sam.
" I don't know Faramir. We will see. She was punished in the first place; I don't know what I am to do with her now. Except that she should get home and get a good nights rest." Sam told his nephew wisely. They weren't relatives by blood, but the relationship their parents had formed caused them to want to use terms like that.
The five hobbits began their travels back to Bag-End. It was a long trip but they eventually were welcomed into the house by Diamond, Rosie and Estella. Diamond took her nine year old son into a warm embrace,
" Never do that to me again, Faramir! I was scared out of my mind! Anything could have happened to you." Diamond scolded her son. Rosie wept seeing her daughter lying in her father's arms. Hearing the voices in the kitchen Elanor and Frodo went in. Frodo's heart almost stopped when he saw a limp Goldilocks lying in her father's arms. After a moment of watching his mother weep and Diamond holding Faramir tightly he thought he would burst. A large hand gripped his shoulder, he turned and looked at Aragorn.
Aragorn comforted his wife with his arm and Frodo with his hand.
"Don't worry, Rose, She is fine. She passed out is all." Merry put his arm around Rosie's shoulder comforting the hysterical mother. Rosie looked up, teary eyed at Sam.
" I this true. Samwise?" Rosie rasped.
" Yes, my love. She fell out of a tree and the experience gave her quite a shock. Nothing else, she needs her rest though." Sam carried her to her bedroom. He laid her beautiful face down on the pillow.
"She looks like Frodo." A deep voice came from behind him. Sam turned, Aragorn stood in the doorway, " Don't grieve over the resemblance, be happy that you have someone to remember him by."
" Aragorn, she is more like him then in looks. She yearns for knowledge and adventure. I don't want her to go over the way Frodo did. Something inside me tells me she will do so, if given the chance." Sam felt relieved. He revealed his deepest fear to Aragorn. Sam waited a moment for Aragorn to give him some comfort. Aragorn said nothing, "Strider," Sam turned to him.
" It may turn out that way master Samwise, your foresight is not usually wrong." Aragorn left, shutting the door behind him. A single tear drained from Sam's eye. Goldilocks eyes fluttered open. She watched her father for a few moments, 0
" Father?" Sam looked up at her. She seemed so innocent, Elvish beauty seemed to suddenly gush from every pore of her fair face. Her blue eyes suddenly seemed to cut to his heart.
"Yes," Sam replied, his voice quaking.
" Could you sing me an elvish lullaby? Like you used to?" Sam smiled, she remembered.
"Yes my child, I can." He thought for a moment then began,
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrienyéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yení ve lintë yuldar avániermi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírien
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
Ve fanyar máyat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oilalë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!Sam watched his daughter close her eyes and drift off to sleep. One tear led to many. He heard a voice behind him
" Uncle Sam? Did Frodo sing like that?" It was Faramir, tears were on his cheeks also. "It was beautiful." Sam tried to speak but his voice caught in his throat. Faramir walked over and embraced him.
" The lady Galadriel sung that to us. He was the only one that remembered the fair words. After we came back he taught it to me." A small smile came across the tears. " He sung it more beautifully then any elf could."