Hello! I've finally got some more of this up. *Sigh* It's been a relief
working on a happy Sam story, after I did some more Rain Rain Go Away.
Well, almost any story aith Sam and Rosie both in it is bound to be happy.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you all so much!
Herculeha: Woohoo! I received your 100th review! Do I get a prize? (Just kidding!)
Lemondrop: Yay! A new reviewer! Thank you so much for your kind words, and welcome to the story!
Mint Sauce: I understand how you feel. :0)
Lady of Ithilien: Once again, your review was the highlight of my day! Sorry, the Merry and Estella moment isn't in this chapter. I think it will be in the next.
Okay enough rambling. On with the story! Enjoy!
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Merry and Frodo cautiously tiptoed closer towards the family. Estella stayed by the door, taking in the scene from a distance. Although Frodo didn't want to interrupt the moment, at the sight of the tiny child in Rosie's arms, he couldn't help it.
"Oh, Sam! Rosie!" Came the whispered exclamation. "She's beautiful."
Sam's mouth curved into a joyous smile. "That she is!" His eyes came to rest upon the little hand that he was unable to let go. "She reminds me of the elves, Mr. Frodo."
"A little small to be an elf, Sam." Merry commented jokingly. "Don't you agree, my dear Estella?"
"Hmm." Was all that she said, but Merry could detect a hint of a smile on her face.
Sam glared teasingly at Merry before bringing his eyes back to his new daughter. His daughter! To think that this beautiful little thing was HIS daughter!
"Rosie." He gasped suddenly. "What are we going to do?"
She looked up, and strangely seemed to know exactly what he meant. "Oh . . . I don't know, Sam."
"What?" Asked Merry, bewildered. "What's wrong?"
"Sam?" Frodo frowned slightly.
Sam fidgeted for a moment. "Well, Mr. Frodo. I'm in a bit of a fix." He sighed. "It's a about a name for her, you see."
Frodo cocked his head slightly, displaying his confusion.
"Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo, with your leave," Sam admitted. "But as you can see, it's not him, it's her. Though as pretty a maidchild as anyone could hope for, taking after Rose more than me, luckily," At think, he grinned at his laughing wife. "So, we don't know what to do."
"It's true." Rosie agreed.
"Well, Sam." Frodo began, after thinking it over for a moment. "What's wrong with the old customs? Choose a flower name like Rose. Half the maid children in the Shire are called by such names, and what could be better?"
"I suppose you're right Mr. Frodo." Sam nodded.
"What about an elvish name, Sam?" Merry added, "You said she reminded you of the elves."
"Aye, I've heard some beautiful names on my travels, Mr. Merry." Sam said softly. "But I suppose they're a bit too grand for daily wear and tear, as you might say. The Gaffer, he says: 'Make it short, and then you won't have to cut it short before you can use it.'"
"Oh." Merry said simply, pondering this new view on names. It was very interesting to someone whose full name was 'Meriadoc.' He would have to remember this.
"Your Gaffer's a wise man." Rosie remarked. "I'd have to say I agree with Mr. Frodo. A flower name would be nice."
"But if it's to be a flower name," Sam persisted, "then I don't trouble about the length: It must be a beautiful flower, because you see, I think she is very beautiful, and is going to be beauti-fuller still."
A smile spread across Frodo's face as an idea formulated in his head. "Well, Sam." He suggested. "What about Elanor, the sun-star? You remember the little golden flower in the grass of Lothlorien?"
Sam's eyes shone. A golden flower from the elvish land where the mallorn tree had come from. Just right for his little daughter.
"You're right again, Mr. Frodo!" Sam was delighted, and Rosie felt her own heart swell at his elation.
"Elanor." She whispered, stroking her child's cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Frodo." Rosie said graciously. "It is perfect." Then suddenly, she sighed.
"What's the matter, Rosie?" Sam asked, instantly concerned.
"It's Frodo." She turned sad eyes to him. "I am terribly sorry Mr. Frodo. I fear that I have neglected you. You must be exhausted, and I didn't even think of it."
"Yes you did." Frodo prompted. "You told Estella to tell me to rest, and for that, I am well rested. Don't you remember?" He asked politely.
"No, I don't recall it. Did I, Estella?" Rosie looked toward the door, where Estella has been standing only moments before, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?"
Merry shrugged. "Probably off sulking somewhere. It's what she's best at. I'll go look for her." With that, he left the room. Frodo soon followed suit.
"Are you sure you don't remember, Rosie?" Sam pressed, unable to keep concern out of his voice.
"Now, Sam, don't fret over me." Rosie exhaled deeply, putting a hand to her forehead. "Ah, well, I've had a long day."
"Yes, Rosie." Sam soothed tucking the quilt in around her more tightly. "Why don't you rest?"
She smiled tiredly. "If you insist."
Her weary eyes closed. Sam leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Sleep well, Rosie." He paused. Then, he swiftly gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek for the first time. "You too, Elanor."
TBC
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you all so much!
Herculeha: Woohoo! I received your 100th review! Do I get a prize? (Just kidding!)
Lemondrop: Yay! A new reviewer! Thank you so much for your kind words, and welcome to the story!
Mint Sauce: I understand how you feel. :0)
Lady of Ithilien: Once again, your review was the highlight of my day! Sorry, the Merry and Estella moment isn't in this chapter. I think it will be in the next.
Okay enough rambling. On with the story! Enjoy!
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Merry and Frodo cautiously tiptoed closer towards the family. Estella stayed by the door, taking in the scene from a distance. Although Frodo didn't want to interrupt the moment, at the sight of the tiny child in Rosie's arms, he couldn't help it.
"Oh, Sam! Rosie!" Came the whispered exclamation. "She's beautiful."
Sam's mouth curved into a joyous smile. "That she is!" His eyes came to rest upon the little hand that he was unable to let go. "She reminds me of the elves, Mr. Frodo."
"A little small to be an elf, Sam." Merry commented jokingly. "Don't you agree, my dear Estella?"
"Hmm." Was all that she said, but Merry could detect a hint of a smile on her face.
Sam glared teasingly at Merry before bringing his eyes back to his new daughter. His daughter! To think that this beautiful little thing was HIS daughter!
"Rosie." He gasped suddenly. "What are we going to do?"
She looked up, and strangely seemed to know exactly what he meant. "Oh . . . I don't know, Sam."
"What?" Asked Merry, bewildered. "What's wrong?"
"Sam?" Frodo frowned slightly.
Sam fidgeted for a moment. "Well, Mr. Frodo. I'm in a bit of a fix." He sighed. "It's a about a name for her, you see."
Frodo cocked his head slightly, displaying his confusion.
"Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo, with your leave," Sam admitted. "But as you can see, it's not him, it's her. Though as pretty a maidchild as anyone could hope for, taking after Rose more than me, luckily," At think, he grinned at his laughing wife. "So, we don't know what to do."
"It's true." Rosie agreed.
"Well, Sam." Frodo began, after thinking it over for a moment. "What's wrong with the old customs? Choose a flower name like Rose. Half the maid children in the Shire are called by such names, and what could be better?"
"I suppose you're right Mr. Frodo." Sam nodded.
"What about an elvish name, Sam?" Merry added, "You said she reminded you of the elves."
"Aye, I've heard some beautiful names on my travels, Mr. Merry." Sam said softly. "But I suppose they're a bit too grand for daily wear and tear, as you might say. The Gaffer, he says: 'Make it short, and then you won't have to cut it short before you can use it.'"
"Oh." Merry said simply, pondering this new view on names. It was very interesting to someone whose full name was 'Meriadoc.' He would have to remember this.
"Your Gaffer's a wise man." Rosie remarked. "I'd have to say I agree with Mr. Frodo. A flower name would be nice."
"But if it's to be a flower name," Sam persisted, "then I don't trouble about the length: It must be a beautiful flower, because you see, I think she is very beautiful, and is going to be beauti-fuller still."
A smile spread across Frodo's face as an idea formulated in his head. "Well, Sam." He suggested. "What about Elanor, the sun-star? You remember the little golden flower in the grass of Lothlorien?"
Sam's eyes shone. A golden flower from the elvish land where the mallorn tree had come from. Just right for his little daughter.
"You're right again, Mr. Frodo!" Sam was delighted, and Rosie felt her own heart swell at his elation.
"Elanor." She whispered, stroking her child's cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Frodo." Rosie said graciously. "It is perfect." Then suddenly, she sighed.
"What's the matter, Rosie?" Sam asked, instantly concerned.
"It's Frodo." She turned sad eyes to him. "I am terribly sorry Mr. Frodo. I fear that I have neglected you. You must be exhausted, and I didn't even think of it."
"Yes you did." Frodo prompted. "You told Estella to tell me to rest, and for that, I am well rested. Don't you remember?" He asked politely.
"No, I don't recall it. Did I, Estella?" Rosie looked toward the door, where Estella has been standing only moments before, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?"
Merry shrugged. "Probably off sulking somewhere. It's what she's best at. I'll go look for her." With that, he left the room. Frodo soon followed suit.
"Are you sure you don't remember, Rosie?" Sam pressed, unable to keep concern out of his voice.
"Now, Sam, don't fret over me." Rosie exhaled deeply, putting a hand to her forehead. "Ah, well, I've had a long day."
"Yes, Rosie." Sam soothed tucking the quilt in around her more tightly. "Why don't you rest?"
She smiled tiredly. "If you insist."
Her weary eyes closed. Sam leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Sleep well, Rosie." He paused. Then, he swiftly gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek for the first time. "You too, Elanor."
TBC