A/N: HULLO!!!!!! I'm ungrounded and ready to conquer the internet!!! And to
celebrate my ungroundingness I will release the 2nd chapter of this story
to all of you faithful readers. So here it is!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Prof. JRR Tolkien.( even thought sometimes I might borrow them when I'm bored)
The next evening Sam gloomily walked out of Bag End. He trimmed off a rose from the rose-bush growing under the parlor window. He stared a the half- opened flower and let out a heavy sigh. With a slight shake of his head he headed toward the mallorn tree in the field across from Bag End. Each step was more miserable than the previous and to every step a heavy tear fell from his puffy, red eyes. He finally made it to the tree, to where Rosie was buried. Sam's hand shook as he placed the rose on the ground above where Rosie was lying. He sat down, put his hands over his face, and wept.
"Why, Rosie? Why'd you have to leave me?" he whispered between sobs. A small gust of wind blew across Sam's face as he took a small carving knife from his pocket and hesitantly put it to his left wrist. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared for the release from his grieving and loneliness.
"Because it was time," answered a whispery voice behind him.
Sam wheeled around. He couldn't see anybody nor did he hear anyone follow him to the tree. He stood still, confused, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a dim spark of light He dropped his knife, turned his head slowly, and before him he saw a faint outline of a woman.
"It can't be an elf. It's not tall enough," Sam thought to himself. The apparition's features grew stronger. Sam gasped when he saw the spirit's face. It was Rosie.
Sam's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. He tried to speak but everything came out as a hoarse whisper. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. He looked up to find Rosie standing there smiling down at him.
"Hullo, Sam my dear," she said.
"Wh-Rosie? Is.is that really you?"
"Yes, of course, love! I've come back for one last good-bye." She sat down in front of Sam.
"I miss you so much," wept Sam. "It hurts me to think about living what I have left of my life without you." Sam breathed a shuddering sigh accompanied with a shower of tears.
"Oh no, Sam. Please.don't cry. It grieves me so to see you like this. Don't' be sad."
"I can't help it! I want you back, back alive here with me! And since it looks like I cant make that happen, I've decided to come to you, instead." Sam glanced at the knife on the ground.
"No! Sam, you musn't kill yourself!"
"Why not? I need to be with you! I need to!"
"But you are with me! You always have been!" She reached out to the rose on the ground. Sam's eyes followed her hand as she put the rose to her lips and lightly kissed the petals. He watched in amazement as the flower slowly bloomed in her hand. It shone with the faintest blue light. Rosie handed the rose to Sam.
"And if you take this rose everywhere with you," she said, "wherever you will go, my arms will be embracing you, my hands caressing you face. Then that way I will forever be with you until we meet in the heavens."
Sam's breath was completely taken away by the beauty of his rose. Never has he seen anything so beautiful it was frightening, save the Lady of Lothlorien. Sam looked up at Rosie, at her shimmering aura. He suddenly didn't feel sad anymore. He felt comforted and prepared to take on the future. Sam reached his hand out hesitantly to Rosie's cheek. Although there was nothing there but air he somehow could feel the warmth of her cheek as if there was flesh under his touch. A silver teardrop fell from Rosie's eyes onto Sam's hand. It disappeared almost instantly. Rosie leaned over, brushed away Sam's white curls and kissed his forehead.
"Good-bye, Sam. Remember, your time is still far away. People who love you need you more here soon in the future. You've known me to be a patient lass and I haven't changed. I won't mind the long wait. Good-bye." A gust of wind blew and Rosie disappeared into a wisp of white dust.
Sam watched the last grain of dust float into the sky until it looked like another one of the stars in the black night sky. He looked down at the flower in his hands. Wearily he stood up, never taking his eyes of the rose, and walked back to Bag End. Sam sat down in the parlor and thought long and hard about what Rosie said. Several hours had passed and he grew sleepy. Sam put his head down on the desk with the flower by his face and slept peacefully.
A/N: does this chapter seem a wee bit shorter than the last? Oh well. I might continue this story but I'm still trying to decide because I might not have time with all my final exams coming up in a month. Ok, well.please review! Thank you! (rhyme!)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Prof. JRR Tolkien.( even thought sometimes I might borrow them when I'm bored)
The next evening Sam gloomily walked out of Bag End. He trimmed off a rose from the rose-bush growing under the parlor window. He stared a the half- opened flower and let out a heavy sigh. With a slight shake of his head he headed toward the mallorn tree in the field across from Bag End. Each step was more miserable than the previous and to every step a heavy tear fell from his puffy, red eyes. He finally made it to the tree, to where Rosie was buried. Sam's hand shook as he placed the rose on the ground above where Rosie was lying. He sat down, put his hands over his face, and wept.
"Why, Rosie? Why'd you have to leave me?" he whispered between sobs. A small gust of wind blew across Sam's face as he took a small carving knife from his pocket and hesitantly put it to his left wrist. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared for the release from his grieving and loneliness.
"Because it was time," answered a whispery voice behind him.
Sam wheeled around. He couldn't see anybody nor did he hear anyone follow him to the tree. He stood still, confused, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a dim spark of light He dropped his knife, turned his head slowly, and before him he saw a faint outline of a woman.
"It can't be an elf. It's not tall enough," Sam thought to himself. The apparition's features grew stronger. Sam gasped when he saw the spirit's face. It was Rosie.
Sam's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. He tried to speak but everything came out as a hoarse whisper. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. He looked up to find Rosie standing there smiling down at him.
"Hullo, Sam my dear," she said.
"Wh-Rosie? Is.is that really you?"
"Yes, of course, love! I've come back for one last good-bye." She sat down in front of Sam.
"I miss you so much," wept Sam. "It hurts me to think about living what I have left of my life without you." Sam breathed a shuddering sigh accompanied with a shower of tears.
"Oh no, Sam. Please.don't cry. It grieves me so to see you like this. Don't' be sad."
"I can't help it! I want you back, back alive here with me! And since it looks like I cant make that happen, I've decided to come to you, instead." Sam glanced at the knife on the ground.
"No! Sam, you musn't kill yourself!"
"Why not? I need to be with you! I need to!"
"But you are with me! You always have been!" She reached out to the rose on the ground. Sam's eyes followed her hand as she put the rose to her lips and lightly kissed the petals. He watched in amazement as the flower slowly bloomed in her hand. It shone with the faintest blue light. Rosie handed the rose to Sam.
"And if you take this rose everywhere with you," she said, "wherever you will go, my arms will be embracing you, my hands caressing you face. Then that way I will forever be with you until we meet in the heavens."
Sam's breath was completely taken away by the beauty of his rose. Never has he seen anything so beautiful it was frightening, save the Lady of Lothlorien. Sam looked up at Rosie, at her shimmering aura. He suddenly didn't feel sad anymore. He felt comforted and prepared to take on the future. Sam reached his hand out hesitantly to Rosie's cheek. Although there was nothing there but air he somehow could feel the warmth of her cheek as if there was flesh under his touch. A silver teardrop fell from Rosie's eyes onto Sam's hand. It disappeared almost instantly. Rosie leaned over, brushed away Sam's white curls and kissed his forehead.
"Good-bye, Sam. Remember, your time is still far away. People who love you need you more here soon in the future. You've known me to be a patient lass and I haven't changed. I won't mind the long wait. Good-bye." A gust of wind blew and Rosie disappeared into a wisp of white dust.
Sam watched the last grain of dust float into the sky until it looked like another one of the stars in the black night sky. He looked down at the flower in his hands. Wearily he stood up, never taking his eyes of the rose, and walked back to Bag End. Sam sat down in the parlor and thought long and hard about what Rosie said. Several hours had passed and he grew sleepy. Sam put his head down on the desk with the flower by his face and slept peacefully.
A/N: does this chapter seem a wee bit shorter than the last? Oh well. I might continue this story but I'm still trying to decide because I might not have time with all my final exams coming up in a month. Ok, well.please review! Thank you! (rhyme!)