Between Dreams Between Dreams Author's note: This is my first fic. All
criticism is welcomed, and heck, even flames. (I apologize for any
technical errors, including html code.) I'm only going to continue if the
demand is there(and if my crazy schedule allows) Like the summary says,
this is my first fic.so try and be kind! (but be honest!) oh, and this is
NOT intended to be slash, however, if you prefer to read into it that way,
I cannot control that. Like my English teacher says, " Once you put it on
paper, you lose all rights to interrepert it."
Disclaimer: I don't own it, don't sue, please! Ok, on with the show!
The sun peeked through the window to awaken a quite content Samwise Gamgee. Since returning home, Sam felt nothing in the world could possibly result in the distress of his soul. Sam looked to his left to see a smiling Rosie at his side, dreaming sweet dreams. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, than rose to lift the curtains so a little sunlit could enter into the room. He ventured further to open the window and deeply inhale the fresh summer air.
Outside, the garden bloomed, the grass grew a rich color of green, and the trees were never more beautiful. He smiled as he glanced at the row of roses outlining the whole of the garden. Sam felt at ease, at home. The Shire seemed ever brighter and a more welcoming sight than he could recall it ever being. After witnessing all that shadow, the Shire was at its prime. Sam appreciated the Shire more than he ever did. Many hobbits of the Shire knew Sam to be the appreciative type, however, since returning from the quest, he seemed uncannily appreciative. Anything could make him happy, even the rain. Sam saw the bright side in everything, even more so than before. When the smallest seedling in the garden poked through the soil to be greeted by the sun, Sam would be there to greet it as well. Sam celebrated every meal. And every time Sam saw Frodo smile, a little more light shined into his soul.
Whether or not it is the truth of it, Sam felt he took Frodo for granted before the quest. Before the quest, Sam always saw Frodo as a kind soul, willing to befriend a servant, someone who would always smile. Sam felt he took that smile for granted. Those eyes that would always reassure Sam that everything was okay, that Frodo would always be there when Sam needed him, they too had been taken for granted. Sam always thought that those reassuring eyes, and that smile filled with mirth were so effortless, and thus, would always be. It took some doing to get used to the effort it took Frodo to communicate the same things he always had before. So, now, whenever Sam saw Frodo resembling something of his former self, his heart felt a little lighter.
Sam chose to ignore the haunted look he sometimes saw in Frodo's eyes. He'd seen such a look far too many times, and besides, Sam knew that that look just made the happier looks all the more happier. Sam also chose to ignore such looks because of the tirade of guilt and betrayal he felt when he saw Frodo look like that. Sam's thoughts remained on the beauty of the Shire until he heard a soft sigh behind him.
He turned to see Rosie look at him with those beautiful blue eyes and quiet smile containing countless joys. Rosie stood and walked over to join Sam at the window. She too gazed outside, thoughts wondering, taking in the sights of the Shire. After a period of time, she turned to Sam and said,
" It's amazing, no matter how many times I look out this window, the view never bores or frightens me, it only welcomes me."
Sam smiled and took his wife into his arms , "Hmmm." he replied, a smile tugging at his lips, " It seems that you have the same effect on me as the Shire does on you."
With that, he placed a kiss on her forehead and said " Come to think of it, breakfast also has the same effect on me."
Rosie pulled slightly away and laughed, a beautiful laugh, sweet to Sam's ears. "What do you say we go into the kitchen and get some of that welcoming breakfast?" Rosie suggested. "Sounds wonderful, Rosie." Sam replied.
With that, the two went into the kitchen and in a short amount of time, sausages, bacon, pancakes, toast with honey and butter, and fresh fruit were placed on the table.
"I'll go wake Mr. Frodo." Sam said.
Rosie nodded absently. This statement did not really need to be announced. The routine had been the same for quite some time. Sam and Rosie would share a moment together, breakfast would be made, and Sam would go to wake Frodo. The first few days, neither Sam nor Rosie worried about the length of time Frodo slept in the mornings. They both calculated it to fatigue from the quest. However, after some time, Sam mentioned to Rosie that it, "simply wasn't natural for a hobbit to sleep so long." Sam never mentioned any fears about Frodo's sleeping habits, however, Rosie knew they were there. Rosie saw the dejection in Sam's eyes every day he went to wake Frodo. "Such a small thing." Rosie wondered, "Such a tiny mannerism to worry about. Ridiculous, really. However, Sam worries over it. . And so do I."
AT this thought, she sighed. Rosie knew that after the first few weeks, they both waited for Frodo to come to breakfast without being woken, or even for Frodo to greet them in the kitchen after he'd woken from the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. This never occurred.
Rosie remembered the one day Sam refused to wake Frodo. " He'll wake up, he just needs a little extra sleep." Sam had said, " Then, when he does wake up and realize he's wasted half the day away, he'll feel so foolish, he'll make it a point to wake up extra early from now on to make up for lost time." This plan did not work, however. Frodo slept until dinner time before Sam could stand it no longer and went to wake Frodo.
When Frodo arrived at dinner, he quietly apologized for sleeping so long, ate dinner, and returned to bed, the whole time looking depressed. Sam felt horrible that day. Rosie could see it in his eyes. Sam blamed himself for whatever ailed Frodo that he would not wake without being woken, and when Frodo was awake, he only expressed sorrow, emptiness. However, Rosie could see something else in Sam's eyes. Rosie saw feelings of betrayal. These glances confused her, but she never asked about it. After the failed experiment with Frodo's sleeping patterns, the subject became somewhat taboo, and Sam woke Frodo up for breakfast every day, without fail. Each time, the looks of guilt and betrayal increased. And Sam lost a little hope each time every day he woke Frodo for breakfast. To be continued ·
I know that was kinda slow. Just so you know, the whole breakfast thing is significant because a major sign of depression is sleeping to little or too much, in this case too much. Each chapter will kind of hit on those signs of depression, just to let you know. I want to know how you liked this and if you want me to continue. I don't plan much in the way of plot, however, this is mostly a character piece expressing a theory of mine why frodo left for valinor. If you can't tell, this story deals more with sam really than Frodo. But anyway, please. REVIEW!!! Thanx a bunch! · Crazytook
The sun peeked through the window to awaken a quite content Samwise Gamgee. Since returning home, Sam felt nothing in the world could possibly result in the distress of his soul. Sam looked to his left to see a smiling Rosie at his side, dreaming sweet dreams. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, than rose to lift the curtains so a little sunlit could enter into the room. He ventured further to open the window and deeply inhale the fresh summer air.
Outside, the garden bloomed, the grass grew a rich color of green, and the trees were never more beautiful. He smiled as he glanced at the row of roses outlining the whole of the garden. Sam felt at ease, at home. The Shire seemed ever brighter and a more welcoming sight than he could recall it ever being. After witnessing all that shadow, the Shire was at its prime. Sam appreciated the Shire more than he ever did. Many hobbits of the Shire knew Sam to be the appreciative type, however, since returning from the quest, he seemed uncannily appreciative. Anything could make him happy, even the rain. Sam saw the bright side in everything, even more so than before. When the smallest seedling in the garden poked through the soil to be greeted by the sun, Sam would be there to greet it as well. Sam celebrated every meal. And every time Sam saw Frodo smile, a little more light shined into his soul.
Whether or not it is the truth of it, Sam felt he took Frodo for granted before the quest. Before the quest, Sam always saw Frodo as a kind soul, willing to befriend a servant, someone who would always smile. Sam felt he took that smile for granted. Those eyes that would always reassure Sam that everything was okay, that Frodo would always be there when Sam needed him, they too had been taken for granted. Sam always thought that those reassuring eyes, and that smile filled with mirth were so effortless, and thus, would always be. It took some doing to get used to the effort it took Frodo to communicate the same things he always had before. So, now, whenever Sam saw Frodo resembling something of his former self, his heart felt a little lighter.
Sam chose to ignore the haunted look he sometimes saw in Frodo's eyes. He'd seen such a look far too many times, and besides, Sam knew that that look just made the happier looks all the more happier. Sam also chose to ignore such looks because of the tirade of guilt and betrayal he felt when he saw Frodo look like that. Sam's thoughts remained on the beauty of the Shire until he heard a soft sigh behind him.
He turned to see Rosie look at him with those beautiful blue eyes and quiet smile containing countless joys. Rosie stood and walked over to join Sam at the window. She too gazed outside, thoughts wondering, taking in the sights of the Shire. After a period of time, she turned to Sam and said,
" It's amazing, no matter how many times I look out this window, the view never bores or frightens me, it only welcomes me."
Sam smiled and took his wife into his arms , "Hmmm." he replied, a smile tugging at his lips, " It seems that you have the same effect on me as the Shire does on you."
With that, he placed a kiss on her forehead and said " Come to think of it, breakfast also has the same effect on me."
Rosie pulled slightly away and laughed, a beautiful laugh, sweet to Sam's ears. "What do you say we go into the kitchen and get some of that welcoming breakfast?" Rosie suggested. "Sounds wonderful, Rosie." Sam replied.
With that, the two went into the kitchen and in a short amount of time, sausages, bacon, pancakes, toast with honey and butter, and fresh fruit were placed on the table.
"I'll go wake Mr. Frodo." Sam said.
Rosie nodded absently. This statement did not really need to be announced. The routine had been the same for quite some time. Sam and Rosie would share a moment together, breakfast would be made, and Sam would go to wake Frodo. The first few days, neither Sam nor Rosie worried about the length of time Frodo slept in the mornings. They both calculated it to fatigue from the quest. However, after some time, Sam mentioned to Rosie that it, "simply wasn't natural for a hobbit to sleep so long." Sam never mentioned any fears about Frodo's sleeping habits, however, Rosie knew they were there. Rosie saw the dejection in Sam's eyes every day he went to wake Frodo. "Such a small thing." Rosie wondered, "Such a tiny mannerism to worry about. Ridiculous, really. However, Sam worries over it. . And so do I."
AT this thought, she sighed. Rosie knew that after the first few weeks, they both waited for Frodo to come to breakfast without being woken, or even for Frodo to greet them in the kitchen after he'd woken from the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. This never occurred.
Rosie remembered the one day Sam refused to wake Frodo. " He'll wake up, he just needs a little extra sleep." Sam had said, " Then, when he does wake up and realize he's wasted half the day away, he'll feel so foolish, he'll make it a point to wake up extra early from now on to make up for lost time." This plan did not work, however. Frodo slept until dinner time before Sam could stand it no longer and went to wake Frodo.
When Frodo arrived at dinner, he quietly apologized for sleeping so long, ate dinner, and returned to bed, the whole time looking depressed. Sam felt horrible that day. Rosie could see it in his eyes. Sam blamed himself for whatever ailed Frodo that he would not wake without being woken, and when Frodo was awake, he only expressed sorrow, emptiness. However, Rosie could see something else in Sam's eyes. Rosie saw feelings of betrayal. These glances confused her, but she never asked about it. After the failed experiment with Frodo's sleeping patterns, the subject became somewhat taboo, and Sam woke Frodo up for breakfast every day, without fail. Each time, the looks of guilt and betrayal increased. And Sam lost a little hope each time every day he woke Frodo for breakfast. To be continued ·
I know that was kinda slow. Just so you know, the whole breakfast thing is significant because a major sign of depression is sleeping to little or too much, in this case too much. Each chapter will kind of hit on those signs of depression, just to let you know. I want to know how you liked this and if you want me to continue. I don't plan much in the way of plot, however, this is mostly a character piece expressing a theory of mine why frodo left for valinor. If you can't tell, this story deals more with sam really than Frodo. But anyway, please. REVIEW!!! Thanx a bunch! · Crazytook
