A/N: I am not really good at writing author notes, sorry! I never know
exactly what to say..
Not too much of a spoiler:
I am taking parts of the movie and parts of the book to help me write the story about Sam. I do not know how long these chapters are going to be until after I have said all I wanted to about Sam. Could be very long since I love Sam. I use some of Peter Jackson's accounts as time frames for Sam and Rosie, but I am trying to write it through Sam's and Rosie's eyes or perspective as what my imagination/muse leads me. You will see some AU moments, but hopefully not so way out there! I did say try...yikes!
Please don't assume that I will write about the ring and what all occurred during Sam's travel. No one could do that better than Tolkien himself. If I forget something or misquote it totally, please call me on it as I do appreciate your input and most likely will really need it. Also I wanted to know from you if perhaps I am putting these chapters up too fast for you? I never know how much time I should place between chapters. I am just writing when I have worked out the situation in my mind, as I have to get it down on my computer. Too many times I stay up way too late while writing..
Mostly I wanted to write about Sam and Rosie to show just how special he is and how I personally feel about Sam. Wouldn't you love to have a friend like Sam who would always be there for you know matter what! He is the BEST!
Reviewers:
ShireElf: Sam really looks up to Frodo and Frodo is always there to help Sam whenever he really needs it. I think Frodo is just getting starting in ideas to help Sam.
Aemilia Rose: Thank you so much for your reviews and keeping with this story. Hopefully Frodo will keep a watchful eye upon Sam and Rosie to make sure those two stay together. Frodo can clearly see how much Sam loves Rosie.
Empyreal: I love having new reviewers! I am so happy you are enjoying this story. I hope you keep reading and reviewing. Hopefully I will have upcoming Chapters that will keep you coming back. Thank you so much for the review.
MlynnBloom: Thank you so much for your reviews! It is so much fun reading them and knowing that you like the story so far and I am trying very hard to keep everyone's interest in what is going to happen next.
Rosa Cotton: I think I will have a lot more cute moments with Sam and Rosie in further chapters and I hope you will keep coming back to read more. Thank you again for your reviews!
I am sick today with a bad cold..so who knows how this chapter will read out..I am bored so here goes..
Chapter 18
Broken Like My Heart
"Sam are you all right?" asked Rosie. "Were you hurt by the dragon?"
Sam suddenly realized that Rosie spoke something to him and brought him back from his thoughts as he lay on the ground next to her.
Sam stood up and helped Rosie to her feet "Are you hurt?" asked Sam
"I asked that of you, Sam. Will you not answer me?"
"I am fine. I guess I was lost in my thoughts."
"Tell me Sam, what thoughts?"
"Thoughts of you..I guess," stuttered Sam as he began to feel very uncomfortable. "I mean good thoughts, worrying thoughts if you were okay."
"I'm okay, really I am," said Rosie in a knowing smile as she walked by Sam's side back to her table.
Mr. Cotton and his boys were setting the table back on its legs. Rosie saw her gift lying on the ground and she rushed to pick it up. She examined it to make sure it was not broken.
"What have you here, Rosie?" asked Sam.
"The Baggins gave this to me as a gift."
Sam saw the writings on the side of this colorful painted troll doll and he recognized a couple of dwarfish symbols that Mr. Bilbo Baggins had taught him.
"This says 'bless' and the other symbol means 'children'," said Sam as he handed it back to Rosie. "I can't read the others symbols, but I'll get Frodo to read it for you."
"We all could use many blessings that is for sure."
Sam saw the Gaffer hobble towards a chair to sit down and Sam excused himself to see about his father.
~*~
The Gaffer complained profusely of being so inconvenienced. Someone had grabbed the Gaffer and pulled him to the ground. Now his joints ached more than they did before.
"Gaffer, come now. Stop complaining! Most likely they saved your skin. That dragon came too close for comfort," Sam told him.
"What dragon are you talking about? All I hear was an explosion that deafened what is left of my hearing," snapped the Gaffer. "I warned Mr. Baggins not to be filling your head with such tales. Tis the trouble I spoke of!"
"Calm yourself. I'll fetch you another ale and all will be forgotten," said Sam as he walked over the tent were all the kegs of ale lined the tables.
Sam saw Mr. Bilbo stand upon the plat form as he raised his hands to settle the hobbits. He began to speak.
The crowds of hobbits found their seats and settled themselves to hear what Bilbo had to say.
They shouted each time Bilbo spoken their names. On and on Bilbo talked as Sam listened to each word. He found interest in listening to whatever Mr. Bilbo had to say.
When Bilbo would mumble and Sam could not hear, he made his way closer to the platform. Frodo sat in the chair at the table of honor directly in front of the platform where Bilbo stood.
Saying a 'Good-bye", Biblo suddenly vanished as if he fell through a hole in the platform.
Sam's eyes widen in disbelief and he ran to the plat form to find the hole where he fell. Sam crawled on his hands and knees hitting the platform to find a hidden door, but there was none.
Sam looked up and saw that Mr. Gandalf racing back to Bag End. Sam feared that the wizard had taken Mr. Bilbo away. Fear seized his heart as he tried to think how he could help poor Mr. Bilbo, but knew that nothing could be done. The wizard would surely turn him into a troll if he approached him.
"Sam do not worry yourself, knowing my uncle, he had planned this all along. I am betting he now is sitting on his easy chair up at Bag End," Frodo said trying to reassure Sam, as he knew he would fret endlessly over this.
"Are you sure, all is well!" asked Sam.
"Yes, Sam. You know Bilbo always trying to stir things up a bit," said Frodo, "Bilbo can be very tricky. Remember Sam all the stories he had told us?"
"Yes, Mr. Frodo," said Sam as he thought about it awhile. "I see now."
Frodo chuckled and burst into laughter as he turned to see the other hobbits becoming angry and confused by what they saw. Sam looked at Frodo and also began laughing. He placed his arms around Frodo's shoulder giggling and holding his stomach.
Sam looked up and caught a glimpse of Rosie talking with Ted Sandyman. Sam stopped laughing and watched them.
~*~
"Rosie! I have a present for you," said Ted Sandyman. "It is here behind my back."
"What is it?" asked Rosie.
"To find out you have to kiss my cheek."
Rosie, thinking there was no harm in this, stood on her tiptoes and tried to kiss his cheek.
Ted sudden turned his cheek, so Rosie kissed him on his lips.
Sam lowered his eyes and he turned running out of the party grounds. Frodo raced after him, but Sam out-distanced him. Frodo called out to him to stop, but Sam kept running.
The tears stung his eyes so much that he did not hear Frodo's call.
Frodo stopped as he watched Sam heading towards the Bagshot road.
Frodo stood as he watched Sam disappear around the curve and pass the thick group of trees.
"Sam! Oh Sam, it's not what you think!" Frodo said to himself.
Frodo turned and walked back slowly to the party tree.
~*~
Sam ran into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He shoved a chair under the door handle so no one could open it. He turned looking at his bed and then the flowerpot that sat on his table next to it. The flower was one of Sam's favorites that he loved most of all. Its scent reminded him of Rosie's. The color was a soft pale pink and delicate. He picked up the pot and flung it across the room and watched it smash into the farthest wall. Dirt and pot shattered into pieces from the force it was thrown.
Sam flung himself onto the bed and sobbed with the imagine of Rosie pressing a kiss to Ted Sandyman's lips. His cries came out in choking sobs as his heart broke into pieces just like the pot. "I mean nothing to her, nothing," he sobbed into his pillow.
"Sam Gamgee, is nothing!" he sobbed long into the night.
Not too much of a spoiler:
I am taking parts of the movie and parts of the book to help me write the story about Sam. I do not know how long these chapters are going to be until after I have said all I wanted to about Sam. Could be very long since I love Sam. I use some of Peter Jackson's accounts as time frames for Sam and Rosie, but I am trying to write it through Sam's and Rosie's eyes or perspective as what my imagination/muse leads me. You will see some AU moments, but hopefully not so way out there! I did say try...yikes!
Please don't assume that I will write about the ring and what all occurred during Sam's travel. No one could do that better than Tolkien himself. If I forget something or misquote it totally, please call me on it as I do appreciate your input and most likely will really need it. Also I wanted to know from you if perhaps I am putting these chapters up too fast for you? I never know how much time I should place between chapters. I am just writing when I have worked out the situation in my mind, as I have to get it down on my computer. Too many times I stay up way too late while writing..
Mostly I wanted to write about Sam and Rosie to show just how special he is and how I personally feel about Sam. Wouldn't you love to have a friend like Sam who would always be there for you know matter what! He is the BEST!
Reviewers:
ShireElf: Sam really looks up to Frodo and Frodo is always there to help Sam whenever he really needs it. I think Frodo is just getting starting in ideas to help Sam.
Aemilia Rose: Thank you so much for your reviews and keeping with this story. Hopefully Frodo will keep a watchful eye upon Sam and Rosie to make sure those two stay together. Frodo can clearly see how much Sam loves Rosie.
Empyreal: I love having new reviewers! I am so happy you are enjoying this story. I hope you keep reading and reviewing. Hopefully I will have upcoming Chapters that will keep you coming back. Thank you so much for the review.
MlynnBloom: Thank you so much for your reviews! It is so much fun reading them and knowing that you like the story so far and I am trying very hard to keep everyone's interest in what is going to happen next.
Rosa Cotton: I think I will have a lot more cute moments with Sam and Rosie in further chapters and I hope you will keep coming back to read more. Thank you again for your reviews!
I am sick today with a bad cold..so who knows how this chapter will read out..I am bored so here goes..
Chapter 18
Broken Like My Heart
"Sam are you all right?" asked Rosie. "Were you hurt by the dragon?"
Sam suddenly realized that Rosie spoke something to him and brought him back from his thoughts as he lay on the ground next to her.
Sam stood up and helped Rosie to her feet "Are you hurt?" asked Sam
"I asked that of you, Sam. Will you not answer me?"
"I am fine. I guess I was lost in my thoughts."
"Tell me Sam, what thoughts?"
"Thoughts of you..I guess," stuttered Sam as he began to feel very uncomfortable. "I mean good thoughts, worrying thoughts if you were okay."
"I'm okay, really I am," said Rosie in a knowing smile as she walked by Sam's side back to her table.
Mr. Cotton and his boys were setting the table back on its legs. Rosie saw her gift lying on the ground and she rushed to pick it up. She examined it to make sure it was not broken.
"What have you here, Rosie?" asked Sam.
"The Baggins gave this to me as a gift."
Sam saw the writings on the side of this colorful painted troll doll and he recognized a couple of dwarfish symbols that Mr. Bilbo Baggins had taught him.
"This says 'bless' and the other symbol means 'children'," said Sam as he handed it back to Rosie. "I can't read the others symbols, but I'll get Frodo to read it for you."
"We all could use many blessings that is for sure."
Sam saw the Gaffer hobble towards a chair to sit down and Sam excused himself to see about his father.
~*~
The Gaffer complained profusely of being so inconvenienced. Someone had grabbed the Gaffer and pulled him to the ground. Now his joints ached more than they did before.
"Gaffer, come now. Stop complaining! Most likely they saved your skin. That dragon came too close for comfort," Sam told him.
"What dragon are you talking about? All I hear was an explosion that deafened what is left of my hearing," snapped the Gaffer. "I warned Mr. Baggins not to be filling your head with such tales. Tis the trouble I spoke of!"
"Calm yourself. I'll fetch you another ale and all will be forgotten," said Sam as he walked over the tent were all the kegs of ale lined the tables.
Sam saw Mr. Bilbo stand upon the plat form as he raised his hands to settle the hobbits. He began to speak.
The crowds of hobbits found their seats and settled themselves to hear what Bilbo had to say.
They shouted each time Bilbo spoken their names. On and on Bilbo talked as Sam listened to each word. He found interest in listening to whatever Mr. Bilbo had to say.
When Bilbo would mumble and Sam could not hear, he made his way closer to the platform. Frodo sat in the chair at the table of honor directly in front of the platform where Bilbo stood.
Saying a 'Good-bye", Biblo suddenly vanished as if he fell through a hole in the platform.
Sam's eyes widen in disbelief and he ran to the plat form to find the hole where he fell. Sam crawled on his hands and knees hitting the platform to find a hidden door, but there was none.
Sam looked up and saw that Mr. Gandalf racing back to Bag End. Sam feared that the wizard had taken Mr. Bilbo away. Fear seized his heart as he tried to think how he could help poor Mr. Bilbo, but knew that nothing could be done. The wizard would surely turn him into a troll if he approached him.
"Sam do not worry yourself, knowing my uncle, he had planned this all along. I am betting he now is sitting on his easy chair up at Bag End," Frodo said trying to reassure Sam, as he knew he would fret endlessly over this.
"Are you sure, all is well!" asked Sam.
"Yes, Sam. You know Bilbo always trying to stir things up a bit," said Frodo, "Bilbo can be very tricky. Remember Sam all the stories he had told us?"
"Yes, Mr. Frodo," said Sam as he thought about it awhile. "I see now."
Frodo chuckled and burst into laughter as he turned to see the other hobbits becoming angry and confused by what they saw. Sam looked at Frodo and also began laughing. He placed his arms around Frodo's shoulder giggling and holding his stomach.
Sam looked up and caught a glimpse of Rosie talking with Ted Sandyman. Sam stopped laughing and watched them.
~*~
"Rosie! I have a present for you," said Ted Sandyman. "It is here behind my back."
"What is it?" asked Rosie.
"To find out you have to kiss my cheek."
Rosie, thinking there was no harm in this, stood on her tiptoes and tried to kiss his cheek.
Ted sudden turned his cheek, so Rosie kissed him on his lips.
Sam lowered his eyes and he turned running out of the party grounds. Frodo raced after him, but Sam out-distanced him. Frodo called out to him to stop, but Sam kept running.
The tears stung his eyes so much that he did not hear Frodo's call.
Frodo stopped as he watched Sam heading towards the Bagshot road.
Frodo stood as he watched Sam disappear around the curve and pass the thick group of trees.
"Sam! Oh Sam, it's not what you think!" Frodo said to himself.
Frodo turned and walked back slowly to the party tree.
~*~
Sam ran into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He shoved a chair under the door handle so no one could open it. He turned looking at his bed and then the flowerpot that sat on his table next to it. The flower was one of Sam's favorites that he loved most of all. Its scent reminded him of Rosie's. The color was a soft pale pink and delicate. He picked up the pot and flung it across the room and watched it smash into the farthest wall. Dirt and pot shattered into pieces from the force it was thrown.
Sam flung himself onto the bed and sobbed with the imagine of Rosie pressing a kiss to Ted Sandyman's lips. His cries came out in choking sobs as his heart broke into pieces just like the pot. "I mean nothing to her, nothing," he sobbed into his pillow.
"Sam Gamgee, is nothing!" he sobbed long into the night.