~*Chapter 3: Sarah vs. Rosie*~
After breakfast the next day, Sarah decided to visit Frodo, and as she headed towards Bag End, she bumped into Rosie Cotton. Rosie was so angry that her face was like an overripe plum. She stood in Sarah's path, glaring.
"Sarah Took," Rosie said coldly. "What do you think you're going to accomplish by stealing MY boyfriend?"
"YOUR boyfriend?" snapped Sarah.
"Yes, MY boyfriend. Sam is MINE, and don't you dare try to take him!" shouted Rosie heatedly.
"Well, EXCUSE me!" retorted Sarah. "It's not my fault that Sam likes me better than you!"
"BETTER than me?!" shrieked Rosie. "He likes ME better, he told me so himself!"
"Oh, yeah?" asked Sarah. "I bet Sam didn't give you a corsage, did he?"
"Well, no. But that isn't the point," said Rosie. "The point is that YOU stole MY boyfriend!"
"He is NOT your boyfriend!" yelled Sarah. "Quit saying that, or I'll get a sword and CUT YOUR THROAT!" Sarah screamed.
"He is TOO my boyfriend!" yelled Rosie.
"Why don't you go and ASK him!" Sarah exclaimed testily. "Then we'll know for sure."
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Sarah and Rosie argued over Sam all the way to Bagshot Row, and were still going at it when Sam came outside to pick some vegetables.
"Hey, hey, hey!" shouted Sam. "What are you arguing over?"
"Samwise, dear, you wouldn't mind answering a simple question for us, now, would you?" Sarah said sweetly.
"I-I guess not," Sam stammered. "What would you like to know?"
"Which one of us do you like better?" asked Rosie. "Sarah or me?"
Sam blushed and said, "You're both very sweet lasses, but if I had to choose, I would have to say that I like Sarah better," Sam said.
"Ha! Told you so!" Sarah told Rosie.
Rosie glared at Sarah, but didn't say anything. She just glowered at Sam a bit and left in a huff, muttering something about "not speaking to you again." After Rosie left, Sarah looked at Sam questioningly.
"What's her story?" she asked.
"Don't you know?" Sam replied. When Sarah said no, Sam said, "Rosie used to be my girlfriend, but we broke up because she was WAY too clingy. She would visit me at all hours of the day, and even coo over me when I was working over at Frodo's. So now she is envious of you."
"Wow," said Sarah. "No WONDER she was so eager to pick a fight with me this morning!"
"Yeah," said Sam sadly. "It kind of makes you pity her, doesn't it?"
"Aye," Sarah replied. "That it does."
"Well, anyways, I'm glad you're here. Want to help me deliver these carrots to Mr. Frodo and Mr. Bilbo?" said Sam.
"Aye. I'd like to."
Sam smiled. "Well then, come on," he said, slipping his hand into Sarah's.
They headed towards Bag End, and had only gone a few steps when the pair was halted by Merry and Pippin. They were selling apples to anyone who would purchase them. To make them happy, Sarah and Sam bought several bags of them.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over," Sam mused. "Those two are ALWAYS trying to sell apples!"
Sarah laughed and said, "Aye. Then we did them some good by buying the apples."
"Aye. That we did," Sam smiled and kissed Sarah's cheek.
Sam and Sarah had reached Bag End by then, so Sam knocked on the green door. Frodo peered around the door, and when he saw who it was, he opened the door all the way. He invited them in and called to Bilbo that they had company. Bilbo emerged from his study with the red book he was composing under one arm.
"Well, my friends, what brings you to Bag End on such a fine day as this?" Bilbo inquired.
"Sarah and I have some produce for you," Sam replied, handing the carrots to Frodo and one bag of apples to Bilbo, who received the gifts graciously. "The apples are from Merry and Pippin."
After some tea and apple slices, Sarah and Sam left and went back to Sarah's hobbit-hole. Sam kissed Sarah good-bye and was on his way home.
~*~
Neither Sam nor Sarah knew it, but Rosie was at home plotting ways to get rid of Sarah so she could claim her Sam. An idea occurred to her. What if she tried to destroy Sarah's love for Sam? THAT was a possibility, but she'd have to think about it some more.
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~*Third chapter is done! Please tell me what you think. Any and all flames will be used to roast Rosie Cotton.*~
After breakfast the next day, Sarah decided to visit Frodo, and as she headed towards Bag End, she bumped into Rosie Cotton. Rosie was so angry that her face was like an overripe plum. She stood in Sarah's path, glaring.
"Sarah Took," Rosie said coldly. "What do you think you're going to accomplish by stealing MY boyfriend?"
"YOUR boyfriend?" snapped Sarah.
"Yes, MY boyfriend. Sam is MINE, and don't you dare try to take him!" shouted Rosie heatedly.
"Well, EXCUSE me!" retorted Sarah. "It's not my fault that Sam likes me better than you!"
"BETTER than me?!" shrieked Rosie. "He likes ME better, he told me so himself!"
"Oh, yeah?" asked Sarah. "I bet Sam didn't give you a corsage, did he?"
"Well, no. But that isn't the point," said Rosie. "The point is that YOU stole MY boyfriend!"
"He is NOT your boyfriend!" yelled Sarah. "Quit saying that, or I'll get a sword and CUT YOUR THROAT!" Sarah screamed.
"He is TOO my boyfriend!" yelled Rosie.
"Why don't you go and ASK him!" Sarah exclaimed testily. "Then we'll know for sure."
~*~
Sarah and Rosie argued over Sam all the way to Bagshot Row, and were still going at it when Sam came outside to pick some vegetables.
"Hey, hey, hey!" shouted Sam. "What are you arguing over?"
"Samwise, dear, you wouldn't mind answering a simple question for us, now, would you?" Sarah said sweetly.
"I-I guess not," Sam stammered. "What would you like to know?"
"Which one of us do you like better?" asked Rosie. "Sarah or me?"
Sam blushed and said, "You're both very sweet lasses, but if I had to choose, I would have to say that I like Sarah better," Sam said.
"Ha! Told you so!" Sarah told Rosie.
Rosie glared at Sarah, but didn't say anything. She just glowered at Sam a bit and left in a huff, muttering something about "not speaking to you again." After Rosie left, Sarah looked at Sam questioningly.
"What's her story?" she asked.
"Don't you know?" Sam replied. When Sarah said no, Sam said, "Rosie used to be my girlfriend, but we broke up because she was WAY too clingy. She would visit me at all hours of the day, and even coo over me when I was working over at Frodo's. So now she is envious of you."
"Wow," said Sarah. "No WONDER she was so eager to pick a fight with me this morning!"
"Yeah," said Sam sadly. "It kind of makes you pity her, doesn't it?"
"Aye," Sarah replied. "That it does."
"Well, anyways, I'm glad you're here. Want to help me deliver these carrots to Mr. Frodo and Mr. Bilbo?" said Sam.
"Aye. I'd like to."
Sam smiled. "Well then, come on," he said, slipping his hand into Sarah's.
They headed towards Bag End, and had only gone a few steps when the pair was halted by Merry and Pippin. They were selling apples to anyone who would purchase them. To make them happy, Sarah and Sam bought several bags of them.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over," Sam mused. "Those two are ALWAYS trying to sell apples!"
Sarah laughed and said, "Aye. Then we did them some good by buying the apples."
"Aye. That we did," Sam smiled and kissed Sarah's cheek.
Sam and Sarah had reached Bag End by then, so Sam knocked on the green door. Frodo peered around the door, and when he saw who it was, he opened the door all the way. He invited them in and called to Bilbo that they had company. Bilbo emerged from his study with the red book he was composing under one arm.
"Well, my friends, what brings you to Bag End on such a fine day as this?" Bilbo inquired.
"Sarah and I have some produce for you," Sam replied, handing the carrots to Frodo and one bag of apples to Bilbo, who received the gifts graciously. "The apples are from Merry and Pippin."
After some tea and apple slices, Sarah and Sam left and went back to Sarah's hobbit-hole. Sam kissed Sarah good-bye and was on his way home.
~*~
Neither Sam nor Sarah knew it, but Rosie was at home plotting ways to get rid of Sarah so she could claim her Sam. An idea occurred to her. What if she tried to destroy Sarah's love for Sam? THAT was a possibility, but she'd have to think about it some more.
~*~
~*Third chapter is done! Please tell me what you think. Any and all flames will be used to roast Rosie Cotton.*~