Hey! Well everyone knows the drill here; I do not own any of the
characters, Middle-Earth, the Ring, etc. They are all © to the genius we
all know as JRR Tolkien!
All of this fiction is written in Sam's point of view, because the whole experience of the destruction of the Ring deeply affected him (although not as much as Frodo, but I imagine it was still quite a bad experience for him), and most people agree he is a true hero in the story. So what I'm trying to do here is let people know how Sam must have felt throughout the journey, and I've tried to imagine it the best I can!
Reviews will be appreciated; it doesn't matter what kind. Good reviews are great, but I would appreciate it if they're honest ones. Criticism will be accepted too, but only if it's given to me from someone who knows what they're talking about, and if they tell me what I can do to make things right. A review that says, "this is crap" is not going to have much notice taken to it.
[EDIT]Ok, I've found the names of Sam & Rosie's children now, they've been updated and corrected![/EDIT]
Now with all that said, on with the story! Enjoy!
Chapter One~
I pushed open the huge round green door and immediately I caught the aroma of chips and fried fish. My two children - Elanor and Frodo - were sitting on the wooden floor playing, with toys scattered around. As soon as they seen me, Elanor dropped her doll, Frodo dropped his book, and they both rushed over and wrapped their arms around my legs, giggling. Elanor is my oldest child, who is now five years old, and Frodo is the youngest, he is two years younger than Elanor. Elanor looks just like her mother Rosie, with curly blonde hair, and has the same fun uplifting attitude that I loved so much about her mother. Frodo was quite the opposite, with dark hair, and he was quieter, but still fun and extremely loving. He was always seen giving Rosie a hug, at least five times a day.
"Welcome home daddy!" Elanor exclaimed, holding her arms up and standing on tiptoes waiting to be carried.
I lifted her light, small body up and hugged her close. "Hello Elanor. Have you been good to your mother?"
"Very good," she replied, resting her head on my shoulder sleepily. She yawned quietly in my ear and I smiled down at Frodo, who just looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes.
"Alright Frodo?" I asked and he nodded shyly, giving me a smile.
"Good," I smiled back, and then I looked at Elanor from the corner of my eye. "I hope you're not going to sleep right there on my shoulder, young lady!"
She giggled again and wrapped her arms round my neck gently. "Of course I'm not daddy."
"Sam?" Rosie - my wife of four years - called out from the kitchen.
"I'm here," I shouted back. I put Elanor back down on the floor, ruffled her curly blonde hair in a playful way and walked into the kitchen. "Something smells good."
"Your favourite," Rosie grinned, letting me taste the fish.
"Certainly is," I smiled back, hugging her then kissing her on the cheek.
"Have you had a good day?" she asked, grabbing the yellow plates from the cupboard. I followed her to the table where she set four plates out.
"It's been fine," I replied simply. I pulled out a brown chair and sat down.
"Good, good," she smiled at me, going back to the stove to check the chips. "The chips are almost done. Would you please bring Elanor and Frodo? They've been complaining that they're hungry for quite some time now!"
I nodded although she wasn't facing me, and walked out of the room. I almost slipped on a toy car, which was one of the many toys covering the floor.
"What a mess you two have made!" I said, picking up the car. "I almost broke this."
I handed the red car back to Frodo, who took it eagerly and started rolling it across the floor.
"Is dinner ready yet, daddy?" Elanor asked.
"Yes, it is ready," I replied, helping her up. "Go and sit at the table, your mother is putting it out."
She ran into the kitchen and I knelt down to Frodo's level. "Come on then young man," I said, picking him up.
I walked into the kitchen, where Rosie was just putting the food out. Elanor was sitting waiting patiently, and I put Frodo in his high chair.
"Frodo will need his bib," Rosie reminded me as she put the chips on Elanor's plate.
"Oh yes, I forgot," I replied, walking to the hanger where his bib was usually hung.
"Daddy might need one too!" Elanor shouted loud enough for the whole Shire to hear.
"What are you trying to say Elanor?" I replied, mocking offence. "Daddy doesn't make a mess, like you!"
She stuck her tongue out and tucked into her chips, completely forgetting about the argument she'd just started now she had her food.
I picked the bib up and put it on Frodo. "There we go," I said, hugging him gently. I helped cut up the fish that Rosie had just landed on his plate, and then I sat down myself.
Soon Rosie had sat down herself, and we all ate, whilst talking, laughing, and everything else that a perfectly close family does. And I do believe that's what we are: a perfectly close family. I love Rosie and my two children so much; I couldn't imagine life without them.
"Sam, I found that book today," Rosie said suddenly.
"What book?" I asked, taking another bite of my fish. I had quite a few books, but some were more special than others.
"That red one, the one that Frodo gave you last year."
"Oh. That book," I replied slowly, looking down.
"That's my name!" Frodo giggled, trying to pick up his chips with his hands.
"You use your fork, dear," Rosie smiled, grabbing Frodo's fork.
"Yes, you're named after the most famous and bravest Hobbit! Frodo was a friend of mine," I replied. "Well, I was his gardener for a little while. You know when daddy pulls out those nasty weeds out of our garden?"
"Yes," Elanor said, and Frodo nodded along with her.
"Well that's what I did to Mr. Frodo's garden," I explained, leaning back on the chair quite proudly. "I always made sure he had a beautiful garden. But he became a close friend to me, after I joined him for a quest."
"What kind of quest, daddy?" Frodo asked.
"A dangerous one," I replied, leaning on the table. "Come into the living room."
Elanor and myself stood up from our chairs, and Rosie helped Frodo from his chair. We all walked into the living room, where Rosie sat down near the fire, and Elanor and Frodo sat down in front of the red chair I sat down on.
"Are you telling us a story daddy?" Elanor asked with excitement in her eyes.
"Yes, daddy is going to tell you a story," I smiled back at her, reaching for that very book Rosie was telling me about.
All of this fiction is written in Sam's point of view, because the whole experience of the destruction of the Ring deeply affected him (although not as much as Frodo, but I imagine it was still quite a bad experience for him), and most people agree he is a true hero in the story. So what I'm trying to do here is let people know how Sam must have felt throughout the journey, and I've tried to imagine it the best I can!
Reviews will be appreciated; it doesn't matter what kind. Good reviews are great, but I would appreciate it if they're honest ones. Criticism will be accepted too, but only if it's given to me from someone who knows what they're talking about, and if they tell me what I can do to make things right. A review that says, "this is crap" is not going to have much notice taken to it.
[EDIT]Ok, I've found the names of Sam & Rosie's children now, they've been updated and corrected![/EDIT]
Now with all that said, on with the story! Enjoy!
Chapter One~
I pushed open the huge round green door and immediately I caught the aroma of chips and fried fish. My two children - Elanor and Frodo - were sitting on the wooden floor playing, with toys scattered around. As soon as they seen me, Elanor dropped her doll, Frodo dropped his book, and they both rushed over and wrapped their arms around my legs, giggling. Elanor is my oldest child, who is now five years old, and Frodo is the youngest, he is two years younger than Elanor. Elanor looks just like her mother Rosie, with curly blonde hair, and has the same fun uplifting attitude that I loved so much about her mother. Frodo was quite the opposite, with dark hair, and he was quieter, but still fun and extremely loving. He was always seen giving Rosie a hug, at least five times a day.
"Welcome home daddy!" Elanor exclaimed, holding her arms up and standing on tiptoes waiting to be carried.
I lifted her light, small body up and hugged her close. "Hello Elanor. Have you been good to your mother?"
"Very good," she replied, resting her head on my shoulder sleepily. She yawned quietly in my ear and I smiled down at Frodo, who just looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes.
"Alright Frodo?" I asked and he nodded shyly, giving me a smile.
"Good," I smiled back, and then I looked at Elanor from the corner of my eye. "I hope you're not going to sleep right there on my shoulder, young lady!"
She giggled again and wrapped her arms round my neck gently. "Of course I'm not daddy."
"Sam?" Rosie - my wife of four years - called out from the kitchen.
"I'm here," I shouted back. I put Elanor back down on the floor, ruffled her curly blonde hair in a playful way and walked into the kitchen. "Something smells good."
"Your favourite," Rosie grinned, letting me taste the fish.
"Certainly is," I smiled back, hugging her then kissing her on the cheek.
"Have you had a good day?" she asked, grabbing the yellow plates from the cupboard. I followed her to the table where she set four plates out.
"It's been fine," I replied simply. I pulled out a brown chair and sat down.
"Good, good," she smiled at me, going back to the stove to check the chips. "The chips are almost done. Would you please bring Elanor and Frodo? They've been complaining that they're hungry for quite some time now!"
I nodded although she wasn't facing me, and walked out of the room. I almost slipped on a toy car, which was one of the many toys covering the floor.
"What a mess you two have made!" I said, picking up the car. "I almost broke this."
I handed the red car back to Frodo, who took it eagerly and started rolling it across the floor.
"Is dinner ready yet, daddy?" Elanor asked.
"Yes, it is ready," I replied, helping her up. "Go and sit at the table, your mother is putting it out."
She ran into the kitchen and I knelt down to Frodo's level. "Come on then young man," I said, picking him up.
I walked into the kitchen, where Rosie was just putting the food out. Elanor was sitting waiting patiently, and I put Frodo in his high chair.
"Frodo will need his bib," Rosie reminded me as she put the chips on Elanor's plate.
"Oh yes, I forgot," I replied, walking to the hanger where his bib was usually hung.
"Daddy might need one too!" Elanor shouted loud enough for the whole Shire to hear.
"What are you trying to say Elanor?" I replied, mocking offence. "Daddy doesn't make a mess, like you!"
She stuck her tongue out and tucked into her chips, completely forgetting about the argument she'd just started now she had her food.
I picked the bib up and put it on Frodo. "There we go," I said, hugging him gently. I helped cut up the fish that Rosie had just landed on his plate, and then I sat down myself.
Soon Rosie had sat down herself, and we all ate, whilst talking, laughing, and everything else that a perfectly close family does. And I do believe that's what we are: a perfectly close family. I love Rosie and my two children so much; I couldn't imagine life without them.
"Sam, I found that book today," Rosie said suddenly.
"What book?" I asked, taking another bite of my fish. I had quite a few books, but some were more special than others.
"That red one, the one that Frodo gave you last year."
"Oh. That book," I replied slowly, looking down.
"That's my name!" Frodo giggled, trying to pick up his chips with his hands.
"You use your fork, dear," Rosie smiled, grabbing Frodo's fork.
"Yes, you're named after the most famous and bravest Hobbit! Frodo was a friend of mine," I replied. "Well, I was his gardener for a little while. You know when daddy pulls out those nasty weeds out of our garden?"
"Yes," Elanor said, and Frodo nodded along with her.
"Well that's what I did to Mr. Frodo's garden," I explained, leaning back on the chair quite proudly. "I always made sure he had a beautiful garden. But he became a close friend to me, after I joined him for a quest."
"What kind of quest, daddy?" Frodo asked.
"A dangerous one," I replied, leaning on the table. "Come into the living room."
Elanor and myself stood up from our chairs, and Rosie helped Frodo from his chair. We all walked into the living room, where Rosie sat down near the fire, and Elanor and Frodo sat down in front of the red chair I sat down on.
"Are you telling us a story daddy?" Elanor asked with excitement in her eyes.
"Yes, daddy is going to tell you a story," I smiled back at her, reaching for that very book Rosie was telling me about.