Everybody cheer! The muse has evidently returned for good in this story!
I just can't get enough of writing it!
Thank you for all the kind reviews! I'm glad I seem to be doing okay in your eyes!
I think I'm going to follow Rosa Cotton's example and dedicate this to the hobbit romance writers out there! You know who you are!
Lady of Ithilien: Just so you know, I got the idea for my version of Estella from the chapter title "Fire Breathing Hobbit Lass" in your story "Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady." I loved that chapter title!
Enjoy everyone!
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The sun was special. It brought life and kept it warm. It lit up the world, illuminating the entire surface of the earth. It entered and left the sky with spectacular displays of color. The sunrise signaled the dawn of a new day, a fresh start, and new opportunities. The sunset was the indication that the day is done, leaving the earth in darkness before the sunrise returned. The sunset was an ending . . . and a beginning, for where did the cycle begin and end? The sun told a never-ending story of new life and conclusions.
The sun was particularly special to Sam.
He, Merry, and Frodo still sat on the steps of Bag End, each lost in his own thoughts. Well, Merry and Frodo were lost in their thoughts; Sam was lost in the sun. And memories.
Rosie loved the sun. She often said so. "The sun has decided to show its face today!" She would declare. "Let's go keep it company!" She would then proceed directly outside. She even has part of the sun in herself, Sam would think to himself. It was in her eyes: Her brown eyes that were touched with a hint of shimmering gold. Her eyes shone, and brought warmth just like the sun. Only, the sun brought physical warmth. Rosie brought warmth to Sam's heart. One time, she had brought the glass rose Sam had given her, outside on a sunny day. She had held it up, showing Sam the sunlight that got trapped within. "Look!" She had told him, smiling widely. "You see, Sam? You're the one who has given me the light of the sun!" She spoke of more than just the glass figure.
Sam's thoughts were interrupted by a soft click followed by a long creaking sound. He would know that sound anywhere.
It was sound of Bag End's round door opening.
Sam leapt to his feet, spinning around to face Estella, who peeked her head around the door. "Is Rosie okay? Can I see her and our child now?" He asked, speaking so fast that he quickly lost his breath by the end of his question.
"No, it is not over, and no you may not." Estella snapped. She turned to Frodo, who was looking so tired from the day's events that his eyes were drooping. "You!" She said suddenly pointing to him.
"What?" Frodo asked, startled.
"Rosie told me that you might be tired." Estella stated bluntly. "I am under her strict orders to let you in."
"But I thought we weren't allowed in?" Frodo asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
Estella seemed exasperated. "You are an exception I guess. But you will only be permitted to be in YOUR bedroom, and if you do anything but nap, as Rosie requested, I will kick you out so fast you won't even know what hit you!"
Frodo sighed. "I have no choice in the matter, do I?"
"No, you don't." Estella opened the door a little wider, waving Frodo inside. "Be thankful that even though Rosie is in childbirth, she still cares about you all." Just as she was about to shut the door, Merry and Sam piped up.
"Hey!" They whined. "What about us?"
Estella turned her icy gaze to them. "Sam, if it's any comfort to you, Rosie WANTS you to stay out here! And Merry," She glared at him. "You have no business here in the first place so if you don't keep your big mouth closed, I'm sending you back to Buckland straightaway!"
The door slammed shut.
"Wonderful lass." Merry commented.
Sam shook his head despondently as he plopped back down on the step. "How can you stand her, let alone like her?"
Merry sat down beside him. "Sam, my friend. Love is a strange and evil thing." Merry grinned as Sam finally met his gaze. "Love took you to the kindest lass and best cook in Hobbiton, and it gives me the one with the worst temper in the entire Shire."
Sam allowed himself a smile. "I guess love doesn't care what's fair."
"No it doesn't." He joked, and then grew serious. "The thing is, Sam, love is, indeed, strange and unpredictable. It can bring you the greatest joy, and also bring you the deepest sorrow. It can comfort you, or lead you to worry yourself to an early grave." Merry put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You worry, because you care for Rosie. That care comes from love." Merry smiled. "You love her very much, don't you?"
Sam nodded, but said nothing.
"Of course you do." Merry stated, with a single nod to emphasize his point. "Otherwise, you would not have decided to bring a new life into this world."
Sam began to chew his lower lip nervously. "Even though that new life will cause me worry that will put me, as you say it, in an early grave."
Merry patted Sam on the back reassuringly. "Just be thankful." He said. "If Estella and I ever got married, I doubt any children could survive in our home."
Sam laughed. "You might be surprised. I bet Estella could be a great mother if she wanted to be."
"Aha!" Merry chuckled in response. "See? That's only if she wanted to!" Merry gestured back to Bag End. "Rosie, I bet, will be the best mother there ever was. You'd make a great father too Sam. I bet you and Rosie will have many children."
Sam looked shocked. "You mean I'm gonna have to go through this again?"
TBC
Thank you for all the kind reviews! I'm glad I seem to be doing okay in your eyes!
I think I'm going to follow Rosa Cotton's example and dedicate this to the hobbit romance writers out there! You know who you are!
Lady of Ithilien: Just so you know, I got the idea for my version of Estella from the chapter title "Fire Breathing Hobbit Lass" in your story "Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady." I loved that chapter title!
Enjoy everyone!
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The sun was special. It brought life and kept it warm. It lit up the world, illuminating the entire surface of the earth. It entered and left the sky with spectacular displays of color. The sunrise signaled the dawn of a new day, a fresh start, and new opportunities. The sunset was the indication that the day is done, leaving the earth in darkness before the sunrise returned. The sunset was an ending . . . and a beginning, for where did the cycle begin and end? The sun told a never-ending story of new life and conclusions.
The sun was particularly special to Sam.
He, Merry, and Frodo still sat on the steps of Bag End, each lost in his own thoughts. Well, Merry and Frodo were lost in their thoughts; Sam was lost in the sun. And memories.
Rosie loved the sun. She often said so. "The sun has decided to show its face today!" She would declare. "Let's go keep it company!" She would then proceed directly outside. She even has part of the sun in herself, Sam would think to himself. It was in her eyes: Her brown eyes that were touched with a hint of shimmering gold. Her eyes shone, and brought warmth just like the sun. Only, the sun brought physical warmth. Rosie brought warmth to Sam's heart. One time, she had brought the glass rose Sam had given her, outside on a sunny day. She had held it up, showing Sam the sunlight that got trapped within. "Look!" She had told him, smiling widely. "You see, Sam? You're the one who has given me the light of the sun!" She spoke of more than just the glass figure.
Sam's thoughts were interrupted by a soft click followed by a long creaking sound. He would know that sound anywhere.
It was sound of Bag End's round door opening.
Sam leapt to his feet, spinning around to face Estella, who peeked her head around the door. "Is Rosie okay? Can I see her and our child now?" He asked, speaking so fast that he quickly lost his breath by the end of his question.
"No, it is not over, and no you may not." Estella snapped. She turned to Frodo, who was looking so tired from the day's events that his eyes were drooping. "You!" She said suddenly pointing to him.
"What?" Frodo asked, startled.
"Rosie told me that you might be tired." Estella stated bluntly. "I am under her strict orders to let you in."
"But I thought we weren't allowed in?" Frodo asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
Estella seemed exasperated. "You are an exception I guess. But you will only be permitted to be in YOUR bedroom, and if you do anything but nap, as Rosie requested, I will kick you out so fast you won't even know what hit you!"
Frodo sighed. "I have no choice in the matter, do I?"
"No, you don't." Estella opened the door a little wider, waving Frodo inside. "Be thankful that even though Rosie is in childbirth, she still cares about you all." Just as she was about to shut the door, Merry and Sam piped up.
"Hey!" They whined. "What about us?"
Estella turned her icy gaze to them. "Sam, if it's any comfort to you, Rosie WANTS you to stay out here! And Merry," She glared at him. "You have no business here in the first place so if you don't keep your big mouth closed, I'm sending you back to Buckland straightaway!"
The door slammed shut.
"Wonderful lass." Merry commented.
Sam shook his head despondently as he plopped back down on the step. "How can you stand her, let alone like her?"
Merry sat down beside him. "Sam, my friend. Love is a strange and evil thing." Merry grinned as Sam finally met his gaze. "Love took you to the kindest lass and best cook in Hobbiton, and it gives me the one with the worst temper in the entire Shire."
Sam allowed himself a smile. "I guess love doesn't care what's fair."
"No it doesn't." He joked, and then grew serious. "The thing is, Sam, love is, indeed, strange and unpredictable. It can bring you the greatest joy, and also bring you the deepest sorrow. It can comfort you, or lead you to worry yourself to an early grave." Merry put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You worry, because you care for Rosie. That care comes from love." Merry smiled. "You love her very much, don't you?"
Sam nodded, but said nothing.
"Of course you do." Merry stated, with a single nod to emphasize his point. "Otherwise, you would not have decided to bring a new life into this world."
Sam began to chew his lower lip nervously. "Even though that new life will cause me worry that will put me, as you say it, in an early grave."
Merry patted Sam on the back reassuringly. "Just be thankful." He said. "If Estella and I ever got married, I doubt any children could survive in our home."
Sam laughed. "You might be surprised. I bet Estella could be a great mother if she wanted to be."
"Aha!" Merry chuckled in response. "See? That's only if she wanted to!" Merry gestured back to Bag End. "Rosie, I bet, will be the best mother there ever was. You'd make a great father too Sam. I bet you and Rosie will have many children."
Sam looked shocked. "You mean I'm gonna have to go through this again?"
TBC