Dedicated to Len my newest reviewer. Len, I almost cried when I saw that I was added to your favourite list. If you noticed that in my last chapter I mentioned the law in the Shire, and thought "What the heck is she babbling about?" the answer is.. I don't know.

** A sweeter infatuation oh you be hard pressed to find They loved so deeply.... So madly...

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Was it possible that the world could somehow grow to be even more beautiful within a days work? That the sun could be brighter, the earth greener and the town happier? Rosie felt a sense of peace as she walked the narrow path home, for the first time in a full year she was at ease. She no longer needed to constantly glance behind her for fear of a stalking figure, or feel terror at the night's darkness. She was free.

The sunlight shifted through the towering tree tops. Though it was early afternoon, the air of the woods still retained a damp mossy smell. Rosie delighted in simply breathing in the wonderful aroma. She immediately began comparing it to the overpowering smells of smoke that poured out of the buildings the ruffians had built. It was difficult to believe that only a year ago the Shire had been under siege. All signs of the ruffians had been taken away. Now, the only smoke in the shire was either from the residue of celebration fireworks, or from Diamond of Long Cleeve's kitchen. Even the party tree, which she had shed many a tear at its felling, was growing back faster than ever thanks to elvish magic.

She stopped her trek, and looked at an upcoming fork in the road. This is a path she had often taken as a child; it was a place where she, her brothers and Samwise would play free from grown up eyes. Usually after a day at the lake they would bid goodbye to Samwise, who take the right path to get to Bag End to finish a days work. Rosie and her brothers would then take the left fork, which was a path that eventually blended onto the main road and led to their house.

Once again she stood in between the forked road, teetering between the two paths. She bent and pulled a small daisy from the damp earths hold. She lightly held the flower, staring at it as if it held all the secrets she wished answered. Rosie paused, then turned.

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Bag End was one of those few places that no matter what your station in life, you were always welcome. Whether the master of Bag End resembled the house, or the house the master, was a mystery. With the exception of the bright green door, Bag End physically looked like every other house in Bagshot row. However, as opposed to the other houses Bag End always retained a friendly air. Perhaps it was the constant comings and goings of the master, or the endless parade of unusual visitors that added to Bag End's mystique.

It was Rosie's belief however, that it was the flowers that gave Bag End its charm. No matter the season or weather the villages could always count on Bag End having the most beautiful gardens. The flowers and trees always seemed brighter at Bag Eng. She attributed this majesty to the relentless work of Bag End's gardener.

Rosie smiled at the sight of the crouched figure in front of her, still unaware of her presence. Flowers surrounded him and she thought that she had never seen anything so beautiful. She coughed slightly, alerting him of her company. He immediately, turned than jumped up. His face turned lightly red as he stumbled to find the right words.

Rosie smiled kindly, and simply said that no words needed to be spoken. She leaned in and kissed him softly.

When she pulled from him, Sam gaped at her like a fish out of water. He stared into her eyes, filled questions.

Normally, Rosie would have immediately answered him, but this time it was she who needed an answer. Feeling slightly weak, Rosie opted to sit on the ground, pulling Sam with her.

Sam protested at her sitting in the damp worked earth. Worried she'd stain her dress, or think that sitting near a weeded garden, among soil and a gardener was unworthy of her.

She wished he knew how much she felt like a queen in his presence. " I've come to a decision." She said softly, looking at the ground. She noticed that even now Sam fiddled with a plant, as if it grounded him and could shield him from potential harm. His hands and clothes were dirty from his work, but to Rosie he had never looked better.

" I've waited a year and there's no sense waiting any longer." She flushed as she met his questioning gaze. " Sam do you want to marry me?"

Sam was so startled that he backed up into the garden that he had so lovingly tended. Unsure of whether this was a jest or a dream; he cupped her face and simply looked at her.

Then after a moment of silence, he leaned forward and kissed her soundly. Words, he decided, were not needed.

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Standing that his kitchen window, Frodo could not help but smile. He had not meant to eavesdrop on the two hobbits, but it was difficult not to notice them.

Frodo had seen many things in his time. He had done many things that he would never mention. But now, he blushed at the couple entwined on his front lawn. He laughed as many passing hobbit folk stopped at the two hobbits exchange. Within an hour, he was sure, the town and possibly the entire Shire would know of Rosie and Sam's betrothal.

For a moment, his pains and burdens were lifted as he remembered how blissful it was to be young and in love.

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The Definite End