Winter
This is the final chapter! My next story is probably going to be another young Frodo story, about him adjusting to living with Bilbo. So watch for "Blue Eyed Bagginses" coming soon! Unless my muse changes her mind...Hee. Thank you so much for your reviews so far, everyone! *big hugs for Shirebound, ????, and Shire Baggins* And a Very Happy Birthday to Frodo and Bilbo. Love you. ^^
"Goldie! Wake up! It's snowing!" Sam shouted to his youngest sister Marigold, as she groggily opened her eyes to meet the cold winter sunshine. After giving Sam a look that could melt stone, she turned over and promptly went back to sleep. Sam received a similar response from Hamson, Halfred, Daisy, and May, but he was not deterred. After waking up his parents (who were rather grumpy as a result), he received permission to have breakfast by himself and head off to Bag End afterwards. "Poor Mr. Bilbo has no idea what he's getting himself into...two little lads, on a snowy day," Bell thought. "Well," she murmured to herself before she went back to sleep, "at least that's one less child to keep track of." She closed her eyes with a smile, and lay back down next to the snoozing Gaffer.
The snow Sam trudged through on the way to Bag End completely obscured his fuzzy feet, and he amused himself by making tracks all the way from Bagshot Row. When he arrived, he found Frodo and Bilbo in the kitchen. They were putting away the remains of their breakfast, and when Frodo saw Sam his eyes lit up.
"Sam! It's good to see you. We're just finishing breakfast. Do you want to go outside and play in the snow?" Bilbo gave Sam a friendly wave, and joined the two boys at the table.
"Can we go Bilbo?" Frodo looked at his uncle eagerly, who nodded. Frodo and Sam put on their coats and hats; and Bilbo helped Frodo bundle up so he would be extra warm; with a thick woolen scarf and mittens, because the lad caught cold so easily. The two boys waved goodbye to Bilbo and headed out into the bright winter day.
By now, the ground was covered with a thick layer of sparkling snow. Sam grabbed Frodo's hand and led him out into the field, laughing with glee. They both fell backwards into the snow, and began to make snow wizards.
"Look Mr. Frodo, mine's Gandalf!" Sam had traced a large pointy hat on the top of his wizard's head. "That's great Sam!" Frodo said, "but it's missing one thing." Sam watched, as Frodo used twigs to construct the outline of a long pipe. "That's what the real Gandalf would have, if everything Bilbo says about him is true." Sam giggled, and Frodo grinned, his porcelain skin flushed from the cold.
After playing in the snow for hours, Bilbo beckoned the boys inside, and gave them both a large mug of hot cocoa. In between sips, Frodo and Sam told Bilbo about their day.
"We built snow statues, uncle. And we had a snowball fight!" "And," Sam chimed in; "Mr. Frodo made a pipe out of twigs." Bilbo raised his eyebrows. "What's this now?" Frodo blushed. "Oh, it's nothing, I just...Sam made a snow wizard that looked like Gandalf, and I said it wasn't finished, because it needed a pipe..." Bilbo chuckled loudly. "That sounds like Gandalf to me, all right. He always had a fondness for our Old Toby."
As the snow had gotten rather deep, Bilbo and Frodo offered to walk Sam back home. Before it was time for him to go, the boys went to Frodo's bedroom, and Frodo read Sam a story. When it was over, Frodo closed the book and a small white envelope fell out. Sam picked it up, curious.
"What's this Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked looking up from his place on Frodo's lap. "Why don't you open it up and see," Frodo responded, blue eyes twinkling. Sam's tiny tanned hands deftly undid the gold wax seal, and as he looked inside, a smile spread on his chubby face.
"It's the rose, Mr. Frodo...the rose that I gave you in the spring." Frodo ruffled Sam's bouncy curls. "Yes it is Sam. Something so beautiful shouldn't go to waste, just because it makes one silly Hobbit sneeze something awful," he smiled.
"How did you keep it so beautiful?" Sam inquired. "I just put it in the envelope, and let in dry inside a heavy book," Frodo explained. "You can do it to almost any flower."
"There are no flowers in winter," Sam sniffed. "I miss them." He frowned. Frodo tried to cheer him up. "Oh Sam, don't worry. The flowers will all be back in spring, and then you can help your father in the garden again. But now we have all the lovely snow. We can play in it tomorrow too, if you want to..." Frodo trailed off, suddenly shy.
"Of course Mr. Frodo. I'd love too." Frodo smiled, and Sam had visibly brightened at the prospect of another snowy day. But the minutes flew, and soon it was time for Sam to go back to Bagshot Row. As they walked along the snowy path, Bilbo smiled. Sam had been holding Frodo's hand all the way home.
"Seasons may change, Middle Earth may change, but I don't think their friendship will. Those two will be together forever, I should think," Bilbo thought to himself, a smile curling on his lips as soft white wisps fell around the three Hobbits from the darkening winter sky.
~FIN~
This is the final chapter! My next story is probably going to be another young Frodo story, about him adjusting to living with Bilbo. So watch for "Blue Eyed Bagginses" coming soon! Unless my muse changes her mind...Hee. Thank you so much for your reviews so far, everyone! *big hugs for Shirebound, ????, and Shire Baggins* And a Very Happy Birthday to Frodo and Bilbo. Love you. ^^
"Goldie! Wake up! It's snowing!" Sam shouted to his youngest sister Marigold, as she groggily opened her eyes to meet the cold winter sunshine. After giving Sam a look that could melt stone, she turned over and promptly went back to sleep. Sam received a similar response from Hamson, Halfred, Daisy, and May, but he was not deterred. After waking up his parents (who were rather grumpy as a result), he received permission to have breakfast by himself and head off to Bag End afterwards. "Poor Mr. Bilbo has no idea what he's getting himself into...two little lads, on a snowy day," Bell thought. "Well," she murmured to herself before she went back to sleep, "at least that's one less child to keep track of." She closed her eyes with a smile, and lay back down next to the snoozing Gaffer.
The snow Sam trudged through on the way to Bag End completely obscured his fuzzy feet, and he amused himself by making tracks all the way from Bagshot Row. When he arrived, he found Frodo and Bilbo in the kitchen. They were putting away the remains of their breakfast, and when Frodo saw Sam his eyes lit up.
"Sam! It's good to see you. We're just finishing breakfast. Do you want to go outside and play in the snow?" Bilbo gave Sam a friendly wave, and joined the two boys at the table.
"Can we go Bilbo?" Frodo looked at his uncle eagerly, who nodded. Frodo and Sam put on their coats and hats; and Bilbo helped Frodo bundle up so he would be extra warm; with a thick woolen scarf and mittens, because the lad caught cold so easily. The two boys waved goodbye to Bilbo and headed out into the bright winter day.
By now, the ground was covered with a thick layer of sparkling snow. Sam grabbed Frodo's hand and led him out into the field, laughing with glee. They both fell backwards into the snow, and began to make snow wizards.
"Look Mr. Frodo, mine's Gandalf!" Sam had traced a large pointy hat on the top of his wizard's head. "That's great Sam!" Frodo said, "but it's missing one thing." Sam watched, as Frodo used twigs to construct the outline of a long pipe. "That's what the real Gandalf would have, if everything Bilbo says about him is true." Sam giggled, and Frodo grinned, his porcelain skin flushed from the cold.
After playing in the snow for hours, Bilbo beckoned the boys inside, and gave them both a large mug of hot cocoa. In between sips, Frodo and Sam told Bilbo about their day.
"We built snow statues, uncle. And we had a snowball fight!" "And," Sam chimed in; "Mr. Frodo made a pipe out of twigs." Bilbo raised his eyebrows. "What's this now?" Frodo blushed. "Oh, it's nothing, I just...Sam made a snow wizard that looked like Gandalf, and I said it wasn't finished, because it needed a pipe..." Bilbo chuckled loudly. "That sounds like Gandalf to me, all right. He always had a fondness for our Old Toby."
As the snow had gotten rather deep, Bilbo and Frodo offered to walk Sam back home. Before it was time for him to go, the boys went to Frodo's bedroom, and Frodo read Sam a story. When it was over, Frodo closed the book and a small white envelope fell out. Sam picked it up, curious.
"What's this Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked looking up from his place on Frodo's lap. "Why don't you open it up and see," Frodo responded, blue eyes twinkling. Sam's tiny tanned hands deftly undid the gold wax seal, and as he looked inside, a smile spread on his chubby face.
"It's the rose, Mr. Frodo...the rose that I gave you in the spring." Frodo ruffled Sam's bouncy curls. "Yes it is Sam. Something so beautiful shouldn't go to waste, just because it makes one silly Hobbit sneeze something awful," he smiled.
"How did you keep it so beautiful?" Sam inquired. "I just put it in the envelope, and let in dry inside a heavy book," Frodo explained. "You can do it to almost any flower."
"There are no flowers in winter," Sam sniffed. "I miss them." He frowned. Frodo tried to cheer him up. "Oh Sam, don't worry. The flowers will all be back in spring, and then you can help your father in the garden again. But now we have all the lovely snow. We can play in it tomorrow too, if you want to..." Frodo trailed off, suddenly shy.
"Of course Mr. Frodo. I'd love too." Frodo smiled, and Sam had visibly brightened at the prospect of another snowy day. But the minutes flew, and soon it was time for Sam to go back to Bagshot Row. As they walked along the snowy path, Bilbo smiled. Sam had been holding Frodo's hand all the way home.
"Seasons may change, Middle Earth may change, but I don't think their friendship will. Those two will be together forever, I should think," Bilbo thought to himself, a smile curling on his lips as soft white wisps fell around the three Hobbits from the darkening winter sky.
~FIN~