Hello everyone! Sorry this took so long. Gah . . . this story is so hard
to write. *sobs*
MLynnBloom: Keep on kissing Sam's curly head. I'm sure he appreciates it. *Sam hugs MLynnBloom*
Lemondrop: Yes, the rain clouds are closing in. And not just rain clouds - storm clouds. If that gives you any indication of what's coming. :(
Fireblade K'Chona: *cries* I know! I feel the same way. *hugs Sam*
Arwen Baggins: Yes, Frodo does have some good advice for Sam in this story. His caring for Sam comes in very useful in the quest when Sam returns the favor, doesn't it?
Shirebound: Frodo is very wise isn't he? He always knows just what to say. *sigh* I wish he could be here to cheer me up when I'm sad. *huggles Frodo*
Firniswin: Yes, I'll admit it. Trying to make people cry is indeed one of the purposes for this story. *hugs* :0)
Michelle Frodo: Yay! Another Sam lover! *hugs* Here, have some chocolate cookies made by the Gamgee family! Here! *holds up plate of cookies* Sam lovers, come and get 'em! :0)
Loveofthering: Yes, Sam is adorably sweet isn't he? *sigh* Well, is you're wanting to know how Bell's doing, I suppose you'll get a hint in this chapter. :(
Oh, and by the way, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm not sure how that will go. I'm not sure if I have the heart to write it. :(
On with the story!
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Quickly turning to glance back over his shoulder, Sam saw with trepidation the large black clouds reaching their fingers out over the sky. A gust of wind blew his unruly curls into his face. He reached up and tugged Frodo's jacket.
"Mr. Frodo?" He began hesitantly, nudging the older lad to look in the same direction.
Frodo nodded, "Aye. I see it Sam," Gaping at the enormous storm cloud, he shook his head in dismay. "It looks to be a bad one, doesn't it?" They both shivered as a blow of chill air breathed ice into their bones.
"Let's hurry up, Mr. Frodo." Sam pulled on the older lad's arm in an attempt to quicken their pace. Frodo was not in the least reluctant to comply with the boy's request.
"I know, I'm coming," Frodo said, hastening to a jog so that Sam would not pull his arm off. "It would not be fun to get caught in any storm, let alone one like that."
Suddenly, a flash of light bolted across the darkening sky, reflecting fear in the eyes of the two young hobbits. Sam yelped and clutched Frodo's hand desperately as a deep rumble shook the ground.
"I don't like storms," Sam whimpered.
"It's all right," Frodo soothed, pressing Sam's hand gently. "We'll be indoors safe and sound very soon." As if to contradict these words, another bolt of lightening pierced the clouds. Sam hid his face behind his arms as the thunder rumbled. As the roaring ceased, he lifted his face to look up, and felt a tiny droplet of water touch his cheek.
"It's staring to rain."
Frodo, noticing that Sam was beginning to shiver, took off his jacket and wrapped around his little friend. "There," he said making sure it was nice and snug. "That's better."
"Oh, Mr. Frodo," Sam peered out through his wide brown eyes. "You didn't have to . . ."
"No," Said Frodo, "but I wanted to. You are still getting over a cold, and I don't want you to get chilled."
To that, Sam had nothing to sat, so he didn't reply for a long moment. Finally, he looked up at Frodo and asked softly, "Why does it always rain?"
Frodo was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Why?" Sam asked repeatedly. "Why does it always rain? I hate it when it rains." He wrapped his arms around himself tightly. "I hate it."
"You do?" Frodo raised his eyebrows in surprise. "But Sam," he implored, laying a hand on Sam, shoulder. "I thought you wanted to be a gardener like your Gaffer someday."
"I do . . ." Sam mumbled, not quite sure what point Frodo was trying to make.
"Then," Frodo explained softly, "you should know more than anyone else why the rain is good." Sam didn't reply, so Frodo continued. "The rain helps the flowers grow."
"Yes," Sam murmured half-heartedly. "But too much drowns them."
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Frodo and Sam hurried up the lane, nearly running to stay ahead of the storm. The lightening was flashing more frequently now, and the air was filled with the clapping of thunder.
The two hobbits barely got inside of Bag End before the rain began to come down in buckets. Frodo took one look outside at the pouring rain, and then shut the door as quick as he could. "Well then," he sighed shaking the water from his dark curls. "I'm glad we're no longer out in that."
Sam nodded, slowly taking off the now soaking wet jacket. As he went to hang it up on one of the coat hooks, he noticed another coat hanging there. "Frodo!" He near shouted. "Look! It's my brother's coat!"
Before Frodo could answer, Sam took off at a run. He ran down the hallway, hearing quiet voices in the kitchen. He burst into the room, and saw Mr. Bilbo sitting at the table with a grim expression on his face. Across from him, sat Hamson Gamgee. Hamson's eyes were red and puffy, and it looked like he had been crying.
Sam skidded to a stop, and the next few steps he took were tentative. "Ham," he whispered, "What's wrong?"
Hamson took a deep breath before replying.
"Sam, it's mother."
TBC
MLynnBloom: Keep on kissing Sam's curly head. I'm sure he appreciates it. *Sam hugs MLynnBloom*
Lemondrop: Yes, the rain clouds are closing in. And not just rain clouds - storm clouds. If that gives you any indication of what's coming. :(
Fireblade K'Chona: *cries* I know! I feel the same way. *hugs Sam*
Arwen Baggins: Yes, Frodo does have some good advice for Sam in this story. His caring for Sam comes in very useful in the quest when Sam returns the favor, doesn't it?
Shirebound: Frodo is very wise isn't he? He always knows just what to say. *sigh* I wish he could be here to cheer me up when I'm sad. *huggles Frodo*
Firniswin: Yes, I'll admit it. Trying to make people cry is indeed one of the purposes for this story. *hugs* :0)
Michelle Frodo: Yay! Another Sam lover! *hugs* Here, have some chocolate cookies made by the Gamgee family! Here! *holds up plate of cookies* Sam lovers, come and get 'em! :0)
Loveofthering: Yes, Sam is adorably sweet isn't he? *sigh* Well, is you're wanting to know how Bell's doing, I suppose you'll get a hint in this chapter. :(
Oh, and by the way, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm not sure how that will go. I'm not sure if I have the heart to write it. :(
On with the story!
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Quickly turning to glance back over his shoulder, Sam saw with trepidation the large black clouds reaching their fingers out over the sky. A gust of wind blew his unruly curls into his face. He reached up and tugged Frodo's jacket.
"Mr. Frodo?" He began hesitantly, nudging the older lad to look in the same direction.
Frodo nodded, "Aye. I see it Sam," Gaping at the enormous storm cloud, he shook his head in dismay. "It looks to be a bad one, doesn't it?" They both shivered as a blow of chill air breathed ice into their bones.
"Let's hurry up, Mr. Frodo." Sam pulled on the older lad's arm in an attempt to quicken their pace. Frodo was not in the least reluctant to comply with the boy's request.
"I know, I'm coming," Frodo said, hastening to a jog so that Sam would not pull his arm off. "It would not be fun to get caught in any storm, let alone one like that."
Suddenly, a flash of light bolted across the darkening sky, reflecting fear in the eyes of the two young hobbits. Sam yelped and clutched Frodo's hand desperately as a deep rumble shook the ground.
"I don't like storms," Sam whimpered.
"It's all right," Frodo soothed, pressing Sam's hand gently. "We'll be indoors safe and sound very soon." As if to contradict these words, another bolt of lightening pierced the clouds. Sam hid his face behind his arms as the thunder rumbled. As the roaring ceased, he lifted his face to look up, and felt a tiny droplet of water touch his cheek.
"It's staring to rain."
Frodo, noticing that Sam was beginning to shiver, took off his jacket and wrapped around his little friend. "There," he said making sure it was nice and snug. "That's better."
"Oh, Mr. Frodo," Sam peered out through his wide brown eyes. "You didn't have to . . ."
"No," Said Frodo, "but I wanted to. You are still getting over a cold, and I don't want you to get chilled."
To that, Sam had nothing to sat, so he didn't reply for a long moment. Finally, he looked up at Frodo and asked softly, "Why does it always rain?"
Frodo was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Why?" Sam asked repeatedly. "Why does it always rain? I hate it when it rains." He wrapped his arms around himself tightly. "I hate it."
"You do?" Frodo raised his eyebrows in surprise. "But Sam," he implored, laying a hand on Sam, shoulder. "I thought you wanted to be a gardener like your Gaffer someday."
"I do . . ." Sam mumbled, not quite sure what point Frodo was trying to make.
"Then," Frodo explained softly, "you should know more than anyone else why the rain is good." Sam didn't reply, so Frodo continued. "The rain helps the flowers grow."
"Yes," Sam murmured half-heartedly. "But too much drowns them."
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Frodo and Sam hurried up the lane, nearly running to stay ahead of the storm. The lightening was flashing more frequently now, and the air was filled with the clapping of thunder.
The two hobbits barely got inside of Bag End before the rain began to come down in buckets. Frodo took one look outside at the pouring rain, and then shut the door as quick as he could. "Well then," he sighed shaking the water from his dark curls. "I'm glad we're no longer out in that."
Sam nodded, slowly taking off the now soaking wet jacket. As he went to hang it up on one of the coat hooks, he noticed another coat hanging there. "Frodo!" He near shouted. "Look! It's my brother's coat!"
Before Frodo could answer, Sam took off at a run. He ran down the hallway, hearing quiet voices in the kitchen. He burst into the room, and saw Mr. Bilbo sitting at the table with a grim expression on his face. Across from him, sat Hamson Gamgee. Hamson's eyes were red and puffy, and it looked like he had been crying.
Sam skidded to a stop, and the next few steps he took were tentative. "Ham," he whispered, "What's wrong?"
Hamson took a deep breath before replying.
"Sam, it's mother."
TBC