~*Chapter 2: Under the Stars*~
Sam and Sarah were the last hobbits there. After Frodo, Merry, and Pippin had left, Sarah walked up to Sam.
"Bye, Sam!" said Sarah. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
Sam waved to Sarah until she was out of sight, and then headed inside his hobbit-hole to take a nice warm bath and go to sleep. It had been a LONG day. While the bathwater ran, Sam pulled out some pajamas and made tea. Just as Sam finished with his tea, there was a tap on the door. Sam jumped a mile; he'd been in his own world. He sighed and dropped the sugar bowl in his haste to answer the door. Sugar was now spilled everywhere: on the counter, in the sink, on the wooden floor. When the tapping didn't stop, Sam abandoned the now-broken sugar bowl and spilt sugar and hurried to answer the door. Sarah was outside looking very agitated about something.
"Hi, Sarah," said Sam. "Did you want something?"
"Oh, I'd just about given up when you answered!" exclaimed Sarah frantically. "I thought you might've run away to Bree or something!"
Sam laughed and said, "No, I'm here."
"Well, anyway, I came by to ask you something," Sarah said.
"What is it?" asked Sam curiously. "Am I in trouble?"
Sarah smiled. "No, Sam, you're not in trouble," she replied. "I was just wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night, and maybe afterwards we could watch the stars?" she asked.
"I'd love to!" exclaimed Sam.
"Great. Come by around six-thirty," Sarah said.
"Will do," Sam said. "See you then!"
Sarah left then, so Sam returned to the kitchen to clean up the sugar. After he finished that task, he went to see how his bath was coming along. It was finished, so he grabbed two fluffy blue towels and returned to the bathroom. He stripped, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, and climbed in. Ohh, the water felt SO good. He reached for his rosehip- scented shampoo and dabbed a generous amount on his sandy blond curls, massaging every last tendril. He rinsed and repeated the operation. Then he shampooed his feet, for they were FILTHY. Next, Sam grabbed his lily- scented soap and cleansed his body. After he rinsed, he drained the soapy water and wrapped a towel around his body and hair. Sam then put on his purple bathrobe and matching slippers and headed to his bedroom, where pajamas were waiting. Sam got into his pajamas and climbed into his warm bed, pulling the quilt up around him. He drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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The next morning, Sam was up early. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed to the Baggins' home in Bag End. Sam spent the day working in Frodo's garden, pulling weeds, planting plants, and trimming all the old ones. At five-thirty, Sam gathered up his gardening tools, said good-bye to Frodo, and headed home to Number Three Bagshot Row. He took another bath, and got dressed in his nicest clothes. Then he checked the time. It was quarter after six, time to go. As he walked to Sarah's hobbit-hole, he realized that he forgot the corsage he was giving her, so he had to go home. He grabbed the corsage and turned back to go to Sarah's for dinner and stargazing. Sam walked up the slope to the round blue door and knocked lightly. Sarah opened the door at once.
"Sam!" she exclaimed. "Come on in!"
"Here," said Sam, blushing. "This is for you." He handed her the corsage, which was a blue lily.
"Why, Sam!" she cried, "how nice of you to think of me!"
"It was no big deal; I've got dozens upon dozens at home," Sam replied modestly.
The two hobbits entered the kitchen, where platters of food awaited them. Sam served Sarah her meat and other food, and Sarah did the same for Sam. At last, after elevensies, both were full. Sarah took Sam's chubby hand and led him outside to watch the stars, and as the pair watched, Sarah found herself wanting to kiss Sam. She didn't know it yet, but Sam was feeling the same way. Sarah scooted a little closer to Sam, who didn't object, and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. Sarah stared at Sam for a couple minutes.
"What is it?" Sam asked soothingly. "Are you okay?"
Sarah didn't reply. Instead, she leaned in toward Sam and placed a chaste kiss on Sam's lips. He responded by pulling Sarah closer, deepening the kiss. Sam gasped when he felt something push against his lips, but he opened his mouth to let Sarah's tongue inside. Finally, neither one could breath, so they broke the kiss. When they pulled apart, Sarah whispered, "I love you, Samwise Gamgee!"
"I love you too, Sarah Took," Sam replied.
Sarah was tired and so was Sam, so they said good-bye and Sam went home.
~*How was it this time? Too mushy? Or was it perfect? Please let me know. Review or flame, please. (Flames are being used to roast Rosie Cotton, remember!) *~
Sam and Sarah were the last hobbits there. After Frodo, Merry, and Pippin had left, Sarah walked up to Sam.
"Bye, Sam!" said Sarah. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
Sam waved to Sarah until she was out of sight, and then headed inside his hobbit-hole to take a nice warm bath and go to sleep. It had been a LONG day. While the bathwater ran, Sam pulled out some pajamas and made tea. Just as Sam finished with his tea, there was a tap on the door. Sam jumped a mile; he'd been in his own world. He sighed and dropped the sugar bowl in his haste to answer the door. Sugar was now spilled everywhere: on the counter, in the sink, on the wooden floor. When the tapping didn't stop, Sam abandoned the now-broken sugar bowl and spilt sugar and hurried to answer the door. Sarah was outside looking very agitated about something.
"Hi, Sarah," said Sam. "Did you want something?"
"Oh, I'd just about given up when you answered!" exclaimed Sarah frantically. "I thought you might've run away to Bree or something!"
Sam laughed and said, "No, I'm here."
"Well, anyway, I came by to ask you something," Sarah said.
"What is it?" asked Sam curiously. "Am I in trouble?"
Sarah smiled. "No, Sam, you're not in trouble," she replied. "I was just wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night, and maybe afterwards we could watch the stars?" she asked.
"I'd love to!" exclaimed Sam.
"Great. Come by around six-thirty," Sarah said.
"Will do," Sam said. "See you then!"
Sarah left then, so Sam returned to the kitchen to clean up the sugar. After he finished that task, he went to see how his bath was coming along. It was finished, so he grabbed two fluffy blue towels and returned to the bathroom. He stripped, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, and climbed in. Ohh, the water felt SO good. He reached for his rosehip- scented shampoo and dabbed a generous amount on his sandy blond curls, massaging every last tendril. He rinsed and repeated the operation. Then he shampooed his feet, for they were FILTHY. Next, Sam grabbed his lily- scented soap and cleansed his body. After he rinsed, he drained the soapy water and wrapped a towel around his body and hair. Sam then put on his purple bathrobe and matching slippers and headed to his bedroom, where pajamas were waiting. Sam got into his pajamas and climbed into his warm bed, pulling the quilt up around him. He drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
~*~
The next morning, Sam was up early. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed to the Baggins' home in Bag End. Sam spent the day working in Frodo's garden, pulling weeds, planting plants, and trimming all the old ones. At five-thirty, Sam gathered up his gardening tools, said good-bye to Frodo, and headed home to Number Three Bagshot Row. He took another bath, and got dressed in his nicest clothes. Then he checked the time. It was quarter after six, time to go. As he walked to Sarah's hobbit-hole, he realized that he forgot the corsage he was giving her, so he had to go home. He grabbed the corsage and turned back to go to Sarah's for dinner and stargazing. Sam walked up the slope to the round blue door and knocked lightly. Sarah opened the door at once.
"Sam!" she exclaimed. "Come on in!"
"Here," said Sam, blushing. "This is for you." He handed her the corsage, which was a blue lily.
"Why, Sam!" she cried, "how nice of you to think of me!"
"It was no big deal; I've got dozens upon dozens at home," Sam replied modestly.
The two hobbits entered the kitchen, where platters of food awaited them. Sam served Sarah her meat and other food, and Sarah did the same for Sam. At last, after elevensies, both were full. Sarah took Sam's chubby hand and led him outside to watch the stars, and as the pair watched, Sarah found herself wanting to kiss Sam. She didn't know it yet, but Sam was feeling the same way. Sarah scooted a little closer to Sam, who didn't object, and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. Sarah stared at Sam for a couple minutes.
"What is it?" Sam asked soothingly. "Are you okay?"
Sarah didn't reply. Instead, she leaned in toward Sam and placed a chaste kiss on Sam's lips. He responded by pulling Sarah closer, deepening the kiss. Sam gasped when he felt something push against his lips, but he opened his mouth to let Sarah's tongue inside. Finally, neither one could breath, so they broke the kiss. When they pulled apart, Sarah whispered, "I love you, Samwise Gamgee!"
"I love you too, Sarah Took," Sam replied.
Sarah was tired and so was Sam, so they said good-bye and Sam went home.
~*How was it this time? Too mushy? Or was it perfect? Please let me know. Review or flame, please. (Flames are being used to roast Rosie Cotton, remember!) *~