Summer
A/N: Hey ya. I'd really appereciate if you'd review. You have know idea how much reviews mean to me, and most fanfic writers, for that matter. They are the bluberry scones that keep us going. ^_^ Or...something. *laughs* Enjoy
chapter two. And to answer your question ????, Frodo's favorite season is autumn. Like me. Because it's when his birthday is, of course! ;) Thanks soooo much for
your review, ????. *hugsnuggle*
It was the first day of summer. The bright rays of yellow light filtered through the window of Number Three Bagshot Row woke Sam up instantly. He yawned, stretched, and jumped out of bed, his large feet hitting the floor with a "plop". He quickly dressed and ran to the kitchen, where he noticed he was the only one there. The Gaffer and Sam's eldest brothers, Hamson and Halfred, had gone to Michel Delving on an errand, and his sisters were visiting with friends. Just then, he heard a sound, and noticed his mother approaching with a plate of eggs and bacon.
"Good Morning, sleepy head. You just about slept past Second Breakfast! I thought I was going to have to wake you up myself," Bell Gamgee smiled warmly at her son, the summer sunlight reflected off her golden hair.
"Good Morning Mum!" Replied Sam, already shoveling down his breakfast. "I'm going to visit Bag End today."
"Why, love? You don't have to go. Your Da isn't working today." Bell gave Sam a look of confusion. "You seen to be spending an awful lot of time there as of late...Those Bagginses are a queer sort..."
"Mum," Sam interrupted, "Mr. Frodo and Mr. Bilbo are the nicest Hobbits in all of the Shire. And Mr. Frodo gets so lonely, with his cousins so far away..."
"Well..." Bell looked thoughtful, "Mr. Bilbo has been nothing but kind to our family since your Da's been working for him...I shouldn't have said anything. That poor lad does need a friend...he can't seem to keep up with the other lads, can he? Always reading those odd books of his. Of course you can go."
"Thank you Mum! I promise I'll be back by supper!" Sam said as he ran out the door, the remains of his breakfast on his shirt.
"Lads his age. I don't think he even heard a word I said," Bell sighed, shaking her head as she walked away.
***
Once Sam arrived at Bag End, he began to look for Frodo. He found him right away, propped against a tree to the side of the large Hobbit hole. He didn't seem to notice Sam sitting down next to him, and Sam realized he was napping. When gently prodding his arm didn't wake him up, Sam decided to talk to him.
"Hello there Mr. Frodo. I came to visit, begging your pardon," Sam said quietly. "Sorry to wake you," he added as Frodo's dark lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened.
"Hullo Sam," Frodo said softly, his voice still husky with sleep. "Tell me, did I sleep through the whole summer?"
Sam laughed. "No Mr. Frodo, it's still morning. Is Mr. Bilbo here?"
"No Sam. He went to town to see some friends...That's all he told me. You know how secretive he is about these things. And yes, I have eaten breakfast, if that's what you're going to ask." Frodo smiled at Sam, who blushed profusely.
"Do you want me to get us some tea? I'll go make some now..." Sam began, but Frodo cut him off.
"Absolutely not Samwise. I will get you some tea. You just wait inside and I'll be right back," Frodo said as they got up to go in. Sam sat down obediently and looked around. All over Bag End were the most interesting things: maps of far away places, magical elvish artifacts and, Sam had heard, but never seen, there were also boxes of jools and gold form Bilbo's adventure, years ago. Sam loved nothing more that to hear the stories of his exploits, but he had decided that that was enough to sustain him, for now.
When Frodo returned, they took their tea in the garden, and enjoyed as well a large plate of scones, made with the first blueberries of summer, that Sam had brought with him from home. His mother always said that Frodo needed to eat more, that he wasn't a proper Hobbit, "just skin and bones". But Sam thought Frodo was beautiful, a thought that barely registered at his young age, but sat at the back of his head as an absolute truth, no matter what anyone said.
Sam and Frodo spent the day talking about everything under the sun, laughing, and telling stories. And, as the day finally wound down, Frodo asked Sam a surprising question.
"Sam...thank you for coming to see me today. I know...I know many people think we Bagginses are quite odd...And... You are always so kind to me..." he spoke his next words quietly, almost inaudibly, "you don't have to be my friend, if you don't want to." Frodo looked down at the ground, and nervously chewed on a fingernail.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam practically yelled, jumping up. "How can you say such a thing! You and Mr. Bilbo are the nicest Hobbits in the whole world. Never say that again." Sam put his tiny, tan hand on Frodo's pale one. "I will always be your friend," he said softly. Frodo just smiled, the biggest grin Sam had ever seen, and they continued to eat and drink in silence until it was time for Sam to go home.
A/N: Hey ya. I'd really appereciate if you'd review. You have know idea how much reviews mean to me, and most fanfic writers, for that matter. They are the bluberry scones that keep us going. ^_^ Or...something. *laughs* Enjoy
chapter two. And to answer your question ????, Frodo's favorite season is autumn. Like me. Because it's when his birthday is, of course! ;) Thanks soooo much for
your review, ????. *hugsnuggle*
It was the first day of summer. The bright rays of yellow light filtered through the window of Number Three Bagshot Row woke Sam up instantly. He yawned, stretched, and jumped out of bed, his large feet hitting the floor with a "plop". He quickly dressed and ran to the kitchen, where he noticed he was the only one there. The Gaffer and Sam's eldest brothers, Hamson and Halfred, had gone to Michel Delving on an errand, and his sisters were visiting with friends. Just then, he heard a sound, and noticed his mother approaching with a plate of eggs and bacon.
"Good Morning, sleepy head. You just about slept past Second Breakfast! I thought I was going to have to wake you up myself," Bell Gamgee smiled warmly at her son, the summer sunlight reflected off her golden hair.
"Good Morning Mum!" Replied Sam, already shoveling down his breakfast. "I'm going to visit Bag End today."
"Why, love? You don't have to go. Your Da isn't working today." Bell gave Sam a look of confusion. "You seen to be spending an awful lot of time there as of late...Those Bagginses are a queer sort..."
"Mum," Sam interrupted, "Mr. Frodo and Mr. Bilbo are the nicest Hobbits in all of the Shire. And Mr. Frodo gets so lonely, with his cousins so far away..."
"Well..." Bell looked thoughtful, "Mr. Bilbo has been nothing but kind to our family since your Da's been working for him...I shouldn't have said anything. That poor lad does need a friend...he can't seem to keep up with the other lads, can he? Always reading those odd books of his. Of course you can go."
"Thank you Mum! I promise I'll be back by supper!" Sam said as he ran out the door, the remains of his breakfast on his shirt.
"Lads his age. I don't think he even heard a word I said," Bell sighed, shaking her head as she walked away.
***
Once Sam arrived at Bag End, he began to look for Frodo. He found him right away, propped against a tree to the side of the large Hobbit hole. He didn't seem to notice Sam sitting down next to him, and Sam realized he was napping. When gently prodding his arm didn't wake him up, Sam decided to talk to him.
"Hello there Mr. Frodo. I came to visit, begging your pardon," Sam said quietly. "Sorry to wake you," he added as Frodo's dark lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened.
"Hullo Sam," Frodo said softly, his voice still husky with sleep. "Tell me, did I sleep through the whole summer?"
Sam laughed. "No Mr. Frodo, it's still morning. Is Mr. Bilbo here?"
"No Sam. He went to town to see some friends...That's all he told me. You know how secretive he is about these things. And yes, I have eaten breakfast, if that's what you're going to ask." Frodo smiled at Sam, who blushed profusely.
"Do you want me to get us some tea? I'll go make some now..." Sam began, but Frodo cut him off.
"Absolutely not Samwise. I will get you some tea. You just wait inside and I'll be right back," Frodo said as they got up to go in. Sam sat down obediently and looked around. All over Bag End were the most interesting things: maps of far away places, magical elvish artifacts and, Sam had heard, but never seen, there were also boxes of jools and gold form Bilbo's adventure, years ago. Sam loved nothing more that to hear the stories of his exploits, but he had decided that that was enough to sustain him, for now.
When Frodo returned, they took their tea in the garden, and enjoyed as well a large plate of scones, made with the first blueberries of summer, that Sam had brought with him from home. His mother always said that Frodo needed to eat more, that he wasn't a proper Hobbit, "just skin and bones". But Sam thought Frodo was beautiful, a thought that barely registered at his young age, but sat at the back of his head as an absolute truth, no matter what anyone said.
Sam and Frodo spent the day talking about everything under the sun, laughing, and telling stories. And, as the day finally wound down, Frodo asked Sam a surprising question.
"Sam...thank you for coming to see me today. I know...I know many people think we Bagginses are quite odd...And... You are always so kind to me..." he spoke his next words quietly, almost inaudibly, "you don't have to be my friend, if you don't want to." Frodo looked down at the ground, and nervously chewed on a fingernail.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam practically yelled, jumping up. "How can you say such a thing! You and Mr. Bilbo are the nicest Hobbits in the whole world. Never say that again." Sam put his tiny, tan hand on Frodo's pale one. "I will always be your friend," he said softly. Frodo just smiled, the biggest grin Sam had ever seen, and they continued to eat and drink in silence until it was time for Sam to go home.