Explanations
Frodo did his best to comfort Sam before he stood up and made his way towards
Gandalf, who was standing by watching. He approached the wizard with an almost
desperate look. "Gandalf, do you think you could keep an eye on Samson for just a
little while? I need to explain to Sam about the lad. This is all very shocking to him
and I don't know if I can convince him, myself." He looked back at Sam who was still
crying and trying his best to calm himself.
Gandalf smiled down at Frodo, reassuringly. "Of course, Frodo. Naturally, I will
keep two eyes on the lad." Frodo smiled back and proceeded towards his son
who, once again, was being held by the hand, by one of the Elves. He bent down
and put his arms around the boy's torso.
"Sam, my lad, I'm going to have a talk with your Da'. I won't be long. Think you can
be a good boy for Uncle Gandalf?" He smiled at the child and tickled him. Samson
let out a giggle of delight and nodded his head in agreement. Frodo turned his
attention to Samwise who had somewhat recomposed himself. He wrapped his
arms around Sam's broad shoulder. "Come, Sam. Take a walk with me."
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They walked along the beach, hand in hand, for what seemed to be hours. Sam had managed
to stop crying enough to recall, to Frodo, the last sixty years of his life, in the Shire.
Rosie, the thirteen children, she bore him, and how he had served seven terms as mayor.
Frodo walked with a smile, enjoying Sam's tales and simply taking delight in hearing
Sam's voice, again. "That must have been quite a life, Sam. I wish I could've
seen the beautiful lass that Elanor grew up to be," Frodo said.
"Aye, me too," Sam whispered to himself. Frodo knew that those two words held more than
a lifetime's worth of emotion and sadness, yet he knew that he could not undo the past.
The two stopped to stare at the ocean and to contemplate each other. Sam then turned
to Frodo and put his arms around Frodo's waist. He looked into Frodo's eyes for a long
moment then he leaned forward and kissed him. At that moment, Sam felt like a great weight
had been lifted from him which he felt he had carried for years. Frodo closed his eyes and
wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders and simply let the sensation consume him. It had
been so long since Sam felt the happiness he was feeling, now. Being close to the one he
loved, more than anything, made him feel younger than any Elvish Grace could bestow, in a
thousand years. He broke the kiss and lay his chin on Frodo's shoulder. Sam turned his gaze to
Gandalf and the Elves and, most of all, at the little hobbit child who ran circles around Gandalf
and laughing as he gave the wizard a big hug.
"The lad sure is beautiful, Frodo." Sam had given up the Mr's and Sir's since they seemed no longer proper.
"Just like you."
"Yes, he is, Sam. He's my pride and joy and I'd trade nothing for him, in the whole world."
"He has your eyes," Sam complemented.
"He has your hair and gentleness, but he also has that old fashioned Gamgee stubborness,"
Frodo returned with a hint of humor.
Sam chuckled and looked at his son for a minute or two before asking the question he knew he could not
hold off. "Beggin' your pardon, Frodo, but I still don't understand. How could he be our's? I
thought only a lass could carry a babe."
Frodo sighed. "So I thought, too. But it turns out I was granted such grace by the Valar. Lady
Galadriel tried to explain it, in her own way, and I still don't understand it, completely."
"Aye, always a mysterious one, she is," Sam said. "I doubt I could even begin to understand
if you can't, if you catch my meanin' " Sam paused to think...
"Don't suppose you could have another one?" Sam asked playfully as he wrapped his arms tighter
around Frodo's waist. Frodo squirmed and shoved his hand against Sam's chest.
"Now don't you go and be gettin' any ideas, Mr. Gamgee," Frodo said, mocking Sam's voice.
"You still haven't said hello to Samson," he continued and tickled Sam's ribs.
He paused for a minute and looked at Sam, affectionately. "But, if you really want to know, Sam,
the answer is yes.....If it so pleases you." He leaned in and kissed Sam, lovingly.
"But for now, I think it's time you introduce yourself to your first son."
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TBC
Frodo did his best to comfort Sam before he stood up and made his way towards
Gandalf, who was standing by watching. He approached the wizard with an almost
desperate look. "Gandalf, do you think you could keep an eye on Samson for just a
little while? I need to explain to Sam about the lad. This is all very shocking to him
and I don't know if I can convince him, myself." He looked back at Sam who was still
crying and trying his best to calm himself.
Gandalf smiled down at Frodo, reassuringly. "Of course, Frodo. Naturally, I will
keep two eyes on the lad." Frodo smiled back and proceeded towards his son
who, once again, was being held by the hand, by one of the Elves. He bent down
and put his arms around the boy's torso.
"Sam, my lad, I'm going to have a talk with your Da'. I won't be long. Think you can
be a good boy for Uncle Gandalf?" He smiled at the child and tickled him. Samson
let out a giggle of delight and nodded his head in agreement. Frodo turned his
attention to Samwise who had somewhat recomposed himself. He wrapped his
arms around Sam's broad shoulder. "Come, Sam. Take a walk with me."
____________________________
They walked along the beach, hand in hand, for what seemed to be hours. Sam had managed
to stop crying enough to recall, to Frodo, the last sixty years of his life, in the Shire.
Rosie, the thirteen children, she bore him, and how he had served seven terms as mayor.
Frodo walked with a smile, enjoying Sam's tales and simply taking delight in hearing
Sam's voice, again. "That must have been quite a life, Sam. I wish I could've
seen the beautiful lass that Elanor grew up to be," Frodo said.
"Aye, me too," Sam whispered to himself. Frodo knew that those two words held more than
a lifetime's worth of emotion and sadness, yet he knew that he could not undo the past.
The two stopped to stare at the ocean and to contemplate each other. Sam then turned
to Frodo and put his arms around Frodo's waist. He looked into Frodo's eyes for a long
moment then he leaned forward and kissed him. At that moment, Sam felt like a great weight
had been lifted from him which he felt he had carried for years. Frodo closed his eyes and
wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders and simply let the sensation consume him. It had
been so long since Sam felt the happiness he was feeling, now. Being close to the one he
loved, more than anything, made him feel younger than any Elvish Grace could bestow, in a
thousand years. He broke the kiss and lay his chin on Frodo's shoulder. Sam turned his gaze to
Gandalf and the Elves and, most of all, at the little hobbit child who ran circles around Gandalf
and laughing as he gave the wizard a big hug.
"The lad sure is beautiful, Frodo." Sam had given up the Mr's and Sir's since they seemed no longer proper.
"Just like you."
"Yes, he is, Sam. He's my pride and joy and I'd trade nothing for him, in the whole world."
"He has your eyes," Sam complemented.
"He has your hair and gentleness, but he also has that old fashioned Gamgee stubborness,"
Frodo returned with a hint of humor.
Sam chuckled and looked at his son for a minute or two before asking the question he knew he could not
hold off. "Beggin' your pardon, Frodo, but I still don't understand. How could he be our's? I
thought only a lass could carry a babe."
Frodo sighed. "So I thought, too. But it turns out I was granted such grace by the Valar. Lady
Galadriel tried to explain it, in her own way, and I still don't understand it, completely."
"Aye, always a mysterious one, she is," Sam said. "I doubt I could even begin to understand
if you can't, if you catch my meanin' " Sam paused to think...
"Don't suppose you could have another one?" Sam asked playfully as he wrapped his arms tighter
around Frodo's waist. Frodo squirmed and shoved his hand against Sam's chest.
"Now don't you go and be gettin' any ideas, Mr. Gamgee," Frodo said, mocking Sam's voice.
"You still haven't said hello to Samson," he continued and tickled Sam's ribs.
He paused for a minute and looked at Sam, affectionately. "But, if you really want to know, Sam,
the answer is yes.....If it so pleases you." He leaned in and kissed Sam, lovingly.
"But for now, I think it's time you introduce yourself to your first son."
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TBC