_~*Im back, hallo, hallo! Excuse my absence, as if you missed me at all.. I
have been slaving over my novel as well as a website I have been laboring
with my own flesh and blood (no, not literally, sheesh) to keep. For all
you Fan Fic writers, Tolkien Artists and Role-players, why don't you come
check it out? ~*~-
http://pub56.ezboard.com/bantibarrowdowns
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Rosie lay in her cold wicker chair by the empty windowsill knitting a gray; lifeless looking stocking that reflected all her feelings. She glanced over at the sill once more, still no face staring back at her, not ANY face let alone the one she longed to see and touch once more. "Awake! Awake! Fear, Fire, Foes! Awake! Fire, Foes, Awake!" Rosie jumped from her chair and instinctively fisted her knitting needle into a sort of defensive device. "No need for that Rose Lass, now you go an' help yer mum." Said Farmer Cotton, and led his sturdy young lads out the door with him. The road was fogged and dark, but they could still make out a figure in the distance, astride a pony. They raised their weapons, but then "Nay! Its not one of them ruffians" Tolman cried. The figure continued to plod forward. "Hey! Who are you, and what's all this to-do?" The small, well built figure, still cloaked in shadow, but no more menacing than the pony it rode, jumped down in positive glee. "Its Sam. Sam Gamgee, Ive come back."
Rose was looking curiously out the window, squint-eyed and heart pounding. No! It couldn't be- Farmer Cotton came up close and stared at him in the twilight. 'Well! The voice is right, and your face is no worse than it was, Sam. But I should a'passsed you in the street in that gear. You've been in foreign parts seemingly. We feared you were dead." "That I ain't!" Sam said, the smile upon his face spreading ever wider. "Nor mr.frodo. He's here and his friends. And that's the to-do. They're raising the shire. Were going to clear out these ruffians and their chief too. Were starting now"
Rose watched him from the window, dressed in his mail and his gear of Lorien and of Mordor, face smudged, hair frizzed, and she loved him. He was dressed unrecognizably, and he was dirty to the point of undiscerntation, but through the gloom, and the gear and the dirt shone his bright eyes and she loved him, though her heart was bitter with longing to run out to talk to him, she restrained herself, as he was now striding semi-confidently to the front door. Mrs.Cotton herself graciously opened it for Sam, whom she had favored above all her daughter's other admirers. "Good Evening, Mrs. Cotton! " Sam smiled politely. "Hullo Rosie!" he said, now tinning a little, even through the smudges on his face and in the dimness of the oil light. "Hullo Sam!" said Rosie, not blushing in the slightest, though her heart was thrumming, near out of rhythm, and the hands clasped neatly in the folds of her skirt were trembling with pure joy and excitement, and it took every ounce of effort not to throw her arms about him then. Instead she went cold with a 'Where've you been? They said you were dead; but ive been expecting you since spring. You haven't hurried have you?" Now you've gone and done it lass! Scare the lad away after he's finally come home at last! She thought to herself. "Perhaps not."Sam said, looking quite abashed, biting his colorless lips in the frost and cold outside. "But I'm hurrying now. Were setting about the ruffians and ive got to get back to Mr. Frodo. But I thought id have a look and see how Mrs. Cotton was keeping and you Rosie." He said in his own quite apology. For some reason the softness of his voice and the bitterness of the frost outside stirred Rosie's temper. "Well, be off with you! If you've been looking after Mr. Frodo all this while, what d'you want to leave him for, as soon as things look dangerous?" Sam looked very hurt indeed, and strode off to his pony, to vent to himself as he plodded onwards again. 'Now you've really put your foot in it Rose!' she cursed almost aloud. "I think you look fine Sam, Go on now! But take care of yourself and come straight back as soon as you have settled the ruffians!"
12/27/02-Happy Anniversary to me.
By Collette Took
http://pub56.ezboard.com/bantibarrowdowns
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Rosie lay in her cold wicker chair by the empty windowsill knitting a gray; lifeless looking stocking that reflected all her feelings. She glanced over at the sill once more, still no face staring back at her, not ANY face let alone the one she longed to see and touch once more. "Awake! Awake! Fear, Fire, Foes! Awake! Fire, Foes, Awake!" Rosie jumped from her chair and instinctively fisted her knitting needle into a sort of defensive device. "No need for that Rose Lass, now you go an' help yer mum." Said Farmer Cotton, and led his sturdy young lads out the door with him. The road was fogged and dark, but they could still make out a figure in the distance, astride a pony. They raised their weapons, but then "Nay! Its not one of them ruffians" Tolman cried. The figure continued to plod forward. "Hey! Who are you, and what's all this to-do?" The small, well built figure, still cloaked in shadow, but no more menacing than the pony it rode, jumped down in positive glee. "Its Sam. Sam Gamgee, Ive come back."
Rose was looking curiously out the window, squint-eyed and heart pounding. No! It couldn't be- Farmer Cotton came up close and stared at him in the twilight. 'Well! The voice is right, and your face is no worse than it was, Sam. But I should a'passsed you in the street in that gear. You've been in foreign parts seemingly. We feared you were dead." "That I ain't!" Sam said, the smile upon his face spreading ever wider. "Nor mr.frodo. He's here and his friends. And that's the to-do. They're raising the shire. Were going to clear out these ruffians and their chief too. Were starting now"
Rose watched him from the window, dressed in his mail and his gear of Lorien and of Mordor, face smudged, hair frizzed, and she loved him. He was dressed unrecognizably, and he was dirty to the point of undiscerntation, but through the gloom, and the gear and the dirt shone his bright eyes and she loved him, though her heart was bitter with longing to run out to talk to him, she restrained herself, as he was now striding semi-confidently to the front door. Mrs.Cotton herself graciously opened it for Sam, whom she had favored above all her daughter's other admirers. "Good Evening, Mrs. Cotton! " Sam smiled politely. "Hullo Rosie!" he said, now tinning a little, even through the smudges on his face and in the dimness of the oil light. "Hullo Sam!" said Rosie, not blushing in the slightest, though her heart was thrumming, near out of rhythm, and the hands clasped neatly in the folds of her skirt were trembling with pure joy and excitement, and it took every ounce of effort not to throw her arms about him then. Instead she went cold with a 'Where've you been? They said you were dead; but ive been expecting you since spring. You haven't hurried have you?" Now you've gone and done it lass! Scare the lad away after he's finally come home at last! She thought to herself. "Perhaps not."Sam said, looking quite abashed, biting his colorless lips in the frost and cold outside. "But I'm hurrying now. Were setting about the ruffians and ive got to get back to Mr. Frodo. But I thought id have a look and see how Mrs. Cotton was keeping and you Rosie." He said in his own quite apology. For some reason the softness of his voice and the bitterness of the frost outside stirred Rosie's temper. "Well, be off with you! If you've been looking after Mr. Frodo all this while, what d'you want to leave him for, as soon as things look dangerous?" Sam looked very hurt indeed, and strode off to his pony, to vent to himself as he plodded onwards again. 'Now you've really put your foot in it Rose!' she cursed almost aloud. "I think you look fine Sam, Go on now! But take care of yourself and come straight back as soon as you have settled the ruffians!"
12/27/02-Happy Anniversary to me.
By Collette Took