by Sally Gardens
Chapter Twenty-four: Safe Harbor
Concern for Frodo awoke Sam before dawn. Taking care not to waken Rose, Sam slid out of bed and crept down the dark hall to Frodo's room. Quietly he tapped the door; getting no response, he carefully turned the knob and slipped inside.
Sam halted. Frodo slept soundly, and, as in Ithilien during the Ring Quest, Sam now saw a clear light shine from within him. Only now Frodo's face was like that of a child at rest in his father's arms, secure in knowing that no terror could be stronger than that loving embrace. The light grew stronger and brighter until its gentle glow spread throughout the room and washed over everything, including Sam.
Sam lingered in wonder as the light faded from sight but remained bright in his heart. Then, without a sound, Sam padded over to where Frodo slumbered and planted a light, affectionate kiss on his brow. "Rest," he murmured, choking up, and quickly slipped away, drawing the door shut behind him.