Hello everyone! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update! That was very
evil of me, especially considering how I had ended in a cliffhanger! But
it was actually not entirely my fault. I have just started school again
(I'm serious when I say that this was the shortest summer of my life) and
I've found myself with hard classes, tough teachers, and gigantenormous
textbooks (I thank my friend Zsa Zsa Sphynx for creating the word
'gigantenormous.' I love it).
I actually wasn't planning on updating this today, as anyone who has read my new story "Rain Rain Go Away" that I posted this morning would probably guess. I bet you all are glad I did though! By the way, my new story is about our favorite hobbit Samwise, so if any of you are interested, I'd be tickled pink if you went over and read it! The first chapter isn't my best work, but I've got plans for the rest!
I'm getting into the habit of replying to reviews!
Lady of Ithilien: Yes, he is very full of himself, and yes it is adorable. I have a small scene with him and Estella later on, for you to look forward to!
Rosa Cotton: You are very very welcome! :)
Herculeha: Yes, we all love Sam best, don't we?
Loveofthering: I've been really busy too. Barely found the time to post this! Stupid school. *kicks textbook angrily*
Mint Sauce: You know, when you said "crikey" you reminded me very much of the Crocodile Hunter. Okay, that was a random thought . . . And I am very looking forward to more of your fabled Enigma endings.
Arwen Baggins: Thank you very much!
Wah! I guess replying to reviews takes up a lot of space! Oh well. It's great fun!
One more thing to add to this 'gigantenormous' author's note: This chapter (minus the author's note!) is actually not as long as the previous couple. I apologize for this, and I actually intended to add more, but I realized that this one part was such a good place to stop . . . I had to stop. I couldn't spoil the moment!
Alright! Enough of my pointless ramblings. On with the story! Enjoy!
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"Master Samwise?"
At the sound of the midwife's voice, the four hobbits in the doorway froze as if they had been turned to stone. All eyes turned to Sam, who stumbled forward so fast that he fell face first before the midwife.
Before anyone could lend him a hand to help him up, he scrambled up himself, turning pleading eyes to the startled midwife who twisted her apron in her hands.
"Please," Sam implored anxiously. "Tell me that Rosie is okay! But if something has happened to my Rosie or our child, please tell me! I have dealt with many sad things in this world, and though this may be the worst, I would hear of it." A broken sob escaped his lips. "What has happened to my Rosie?"
The midwife took a step forward and gently placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. He looked up, even though he was afraid of what she may say next. In his distress, he completely missed the smile in her eyes.
The midwife patted him on the back in a friendly manner. "Well, Samwise. If you're so eager to find out what has happened to your wife, why don't you come see for yourself?"
For a moment, Sam did not seem to know how to reply. His lips worked soundlessly for a long moment, and he blinked his eyes several times in astonishment. Finally, finding no words to say, he resorted to action, bolting for the door to the nearest bedroom before anyone had time to call out his name.
He burst in, looking frantically around the room. The bed was empty, it's sheets and blankets were still laid out perfectly. There was no sign of his Rosie anywhere.
When the midwife finally caught up with him, he spun around, aiming his bright and moist eyes to her. "Where is she? You told me I could see her! Where is Rosie?"
Estella, Merry, and Frodo hurried into the bedroom, and seeing Sam's desperate expression, their own faces became drawn and worried.
The midwife's mouth dropped open in surprise at how out of control this whole thing had gotten. "Calm down, Master Samwise." She exclaimed. "This is the wrong bedroom. Rosie is in the one at the end of the hall."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Sam brought a hand to his forehead, and mumbled a few incomprehensible words, although those around did hear that one of them was in fact, 'ninnyhammer.'
The midwife reached out and took Sam's arm. She led him, much slower this time, thank goodness, to the correct bedroom. The others followed, eager to see Rosie, but hanging back to give Sam some space. When they reached the door, the midwife reached out and pushed it open. Immediately, sunlight from the open window spilled out into the hallway. Sam pulled his arm from the midwife's grasp, and hurried to the figure on the bed.
"Rosie!" He gasped, dropping to his knees beside the bed. On it, lay a very weary, but very content Rose Gamgee. Her tired brown eyes held a brightness in them that could rival the sun itself. Sam ran a hand through her sweaty curls. He kissed her forehead and cheeks over and over, finally laying one long one on her lips.
"Sam!" Rosie laughed when he finally drew back. "Stop fussing over me! Don't you want to see your new daughter?"
He slowly followed her line of sight down to the bundle that lay in her arms. His breath was stolen from him, at the sight of the tiny figure. He reached out to touch the soft tufts of golden curls on her head, and then carefully wrapped his large hand around the small one. He lovingly kissed the tiny fingers.
He brought his eyes up to meet Rosie's, and they all three huddled close together, oblivious to the other hobbits in the room who were smiling at the scene before them.
Sam closed his eyes as he felt Rosie lay her head against his chest. How could he be so lucky? He had the two most beautiful flowers in the entire world right here.
TBC
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No. It's not quite over yet! ;)
I actually wasn't planning on updating this today, as anyone who has read my new story "Rain Rain Go Away" that I posted this morning would probably guess. I bet you all are glad I did though! By the way, my new story is about our favorite hobbit Samwise, so if any of you are interested, I'd be tickled pink if you went over and read it! The first chapter isn't my best work, but I've got plans for the rest!
I'm getting into the habit of replying to reviews!
Lady of Ithilien: Yes, he is very full of himself, and yes it is adorable. I have a small scene with him and Estella later on, for you to look forward to!
Rosa Cotton: You are very very welcome! :)
Herculeha: Yes, we all love Sam best, don't we?
Loveofthering: I've been really busy too. Barely found the time to post this! Stupid school. *kicks textbook angrily*
Mint Sauce: You know, when you said "crikey" you reminded me very much of the Crocodile Hunter. Okay, that was a random thought . . . And I am very looking forward to more of your fabled Enigma endings.
Arwen Baggins: Thank you very much!
Wah! I guess replying to reviews takes up a lot of space! Oh well. It's great fun!
One more thing to add to this 'gigantenormous' author's note: This chapter (minus the author's note!) is actually not as long as the previous couple. I apologize for this, and I actually intended to add more, but I realized that this one part was such a good place to stop . . . I had to stop. I couldn't spoil the moment!
Alright! Enough of my pointless ramblings. On with the story! Enjoy!
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"Master Samwise?"
At the sound of the midwife's voice, the four hobbits in the doorway froze as if they had been turned to stone. All eyes turned to Sam, who stumbled forward so fast that he fell face first before the midwife.
Before anyone could lend him a hand to help him up, he scrambled up himself, turning pleading eyes to the startled midwife who twisted her apron in her hands.
"Please," Sam implored anxiously. "Tell me that Rosie is okay! But if something has happened to my Rosie or our child, please tell me! I have dealt with many sad things in this world, and though this may be the worst, I would hear of it." A broken sob escaped his lips. "What has happened to my Rosie?"
The midwife took a step forward and gently placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. He looked up, even though he was afraid of what she may say next. In his distress, he completely missed the smile in her eyes.
The midwife patted him on the back in a friendly manner. "Well, Samwise. If you're so eager to find out what has happened to your wife, why don't you come see for yourself?"
For a moment, Sam did not seem to know how to reply. His lips worked soundlessly for a long moment, and he blinked his eyes several times in astonishment. Finally, finding no words to say, he resorted to action, bolting for the door to the nearest bedroom before anyone had time to call out his name.
He burst in, looking frantically around the room. The bed was empty, it's sheets and blankets were still laid out perfectly. There was no sign of his Rosie anywhere.
When the midwife finally caught up with him, he spun around, aiming his bright and moist eyes to her. "Where is she? You told me I could see her! Where is Rosie?"
Estella, Merry, and Frodo hurried into the bedroom, and seeing Sam's desperate expression, their own faces became drawn and worried.
The midwife's mouth dropped open in surprise at how out of control this whole thing had gotten. "Calm down, Master Samwise." She exclaimed. "This is the wrong bedroom. Rosie is in the one at the end of the hall."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Sam brought a hand to his forehead, and mumbled a few incomprehensible words, although those around did hear that one of them was in fact, 'ninnyhammer.'
The midwife reached out and took Sam's arm. She led him, much slower this time, thank goodness, to the correct bedroom. The others followed, eager to see Rosie, but hanging back to give Sam some space. When they reached the door, the midwife reached out and pushed it open. Immediately, sunlight from the open window spilled out into the hallway. Sam pulled his arm from the midwife's grasp, and hurried to the figure on the bed.
"Rosie!" He gasped, dropping to his knees beside the bed. On it, lay a very weary, but very content Rose Gamgee. Her tired brown eyes held a brightness in them that could rival the sun itself. Sam ran a hand through her sweaty curls. He kissed her forehead and cheeks over and over, finally laying one long one on her lips.
"Sam!" Rosie laughed when he finally drew back. "Stop fussing over me! Don't you want to see your new daughter?"
He slowly followed her line of sight down to the bundle that lay in her arms. His breath was stolen from him, at the sight of the tiny figure. He reached out to touch the soft tufts of golden curls on her head, and then carefully wrapped his large hand around the small one. He lovingly kissed the tiny fingers.
He brought his eyes up to meet Rosie's, and they all three huddled close together, oblivious to the other hobbits in the room who were smiling at the scene before them.
Sam closed his eyes as he felt Rosie lay her head against his chest. How could he be so lucky? He had the two most beautiful flowers in the entire world right here.
TBC
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No. It's not quite over yet! ;)