Once again, thank you to my beta, Persnickety , my Katelin-dear, and Bobbi.
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own any of them!
Xena: You REALLY think they were in-character?! Thank you!! I hope Sam is in character here.
More fan club board comments:
Ah, Sam, where would we be without Sam?-suzie sheelf (yes, where would we be?)
A very good chapter!- Dinledhwen
Nice chapter...it was short, yes, but the length is not the determining factor...it's the quality...and this was quality writing...great job! Leave Boromir in it...please, from a Boromir lover!-agape4rivendell (Thank you very much. Made me feel much better about this chapter!)
A/N: The bit at the end, I wasn't sure if it was from the book or from someone's story. It's actually from Son of Gondor by Linaewen who I thank for letting me use it. Her comment on the message board: I love it! It's a beautiful ending & a fulfillment of the promise. You have my permission to use that idea. BTW, I'm glad to know you liked my tale enough to remember that tidbit. (Can't say it enough, THANK YOU!!!)
I think this is a bit short but...
Chapter Two: Sam
Samwise Gamgee sighed as he looked at the state of the Gondorian "garden". "A right sad state, make no mistake," he said as he bent down and began to weed. He probably should've just pulled out all the flowers, as there were fewer of them.
A shadow came over him and the gardener looked behind him. "Hullo, Mr. Pippin," he said before turning back to his work.
"Hello, Sam. And it's just Pippin if you please. How many times do I have to tell you?" Pippin kneeled down beside Sam. "Come now, Sam. I've known you since I was 3. Besides, you know how I feel about titles."
"What would your father say to me calling his son, the future Thain, mind you, by his first name?"
"Well, he'd say, 'That Sam Gamgee, what a great young hobbit. I'm glad my son is friends with such a fine lad.' My father was never one for titles unless the situation called for it. We aren't at a party with all of the Shire watching, Sam."
Sam looked over at the hobbit and smiled. "You'll make a great Thain one day, Mr...I mean, Pippin."
Pippin smiled slightly. "You think so?" He started to help Sam with the weeding of the garden. He had grow up in crops and gardens and aside from Sam, knew more about such things then Merry and Frodo combined.
"Oh, I know so."
"Sometimes, I don't think I will. I mean, my father's wonderful; he's loved by all of the Shire. How can I live up to that?" He started picking at the leaves of the weed in front of him. "Sometimes, Sam, I don't want it. I want to stay Pippin and not become Thain Peregrin. I'm happy just being Pippin."
Sam stopped weeding and sat down on the ground beside Pippin. "Your father is a wonderful Thain. You will be too. Don't have doubts about it, Pippin. And I'm sure there are days your father wishes he could get away from it all and not have to worry about everything, to have the whole of Shire looking to him for his guide. You shouldn't be worried about this now, any road. You'll not be coming Thain for a while."
"I don't know about that, Sam. My father was sick, you know. I'm not quite sure what he had, but he was terribly ill. That's why Merry had me go with him to raid Maggot's crop, to take my mind off it. I do hope he's alright. If he...if he died, with me gone as well, who's to lead?"
Sam placed his dirty hand on Pippin's shoulder. "I'm sure your father is fine, Pippin. He's a strong hobbit. You needn't worry."
"I guess you're right, Sam. And you called me 'Pippin'! Before long, I'll have you calling me 'Pip'!"
Sam laughed. "I doubt it, Pippin, I surely doubt it."
The two hobbits weeded side by side until the garden was clear of the mess.
"Looks like we've got our work cut out for us, Sam."
"Us, Pippin?"
"Yes, I'm going to help you know. I think the Thain's son knows a thing or two about gardening. Come on, then. We'd better hurry or Merry and Frodo will try to help. Think of what will happen then!"
Sam laughed again and the two hobbits started in on the garden Sam had promised Boromir many months ago.
Up next: Merry!
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own any of them!
Xena: You REALLY think they were in-character?! Thank you!! I hope Sam is in character here.
More fan club board comments:
Ah, Sam, where would we be without Sam?-suzie sheelf (yes, where would we be?)
A very good chapter!- Dinledhwen
Nice chapter...it was short, yes, but the length is not the determining factor...it's the quality...and this was quality writing...great job! Leave Boromir in it...please, from a Boromir lover!-agape4rivendell (Thank you very much. Made me feel much better about this chapter!)
A/N: The bit at the end, I wasn't sure if it was from the book or from someone's story. It's actually from Son of Gondor by Linaewen who I thank for letting me use it. Her comment on the message board: I love it! It's a beautiful ending & a fulfillment of the promise. You have my permission to use that idea. BTW, I'm glad to know you liked my tale enough to remember that tidbit. (Can't say it enough, THANK YOU!!!)
I think this is a bit short but...
Chapter Two: Sam
Samwise Gamgee sighed as he looked at the state of the Gondorian "garden". "A right sad state, make no mistake," he said as he bent down and began to weed. He probably should've just pulled out all the flowers, as there were fewer of them.
A shadow came over him and the gardener looked behind him. "Hullo, Mr. Pippin," he said before turning back to his work.
"Hello, Sam. And it's just Pippin if you please. How many times do I have to tell you?" Pippin kneeled down beside Sam. "Come now, Sam. I've known you since I was 3. Besides, you know how I feel about titles."
"What would your father say to me calling his son, the future Thain, mind you, by his first name?"
"Well, he'd say, 'That Sam Gamgee, what a great young hobbit. I'm glad my son is friends with such a fine lad.' My father was never one for titles unless the situation called for it. We aren't at a party with all of the Shire watching, Sam."
Sam looked over at the hobbit and smiled. "You'll make a great Thain one day, Mr...I mean, Pippin."
Pippin smiled slightly. "You think so?" He started to help Sam with the weeding of the garden. He had grow up in crops and gardens and aside from Sam, knew more about such things then Merry and Frodo combined.
"Oh, I know so."
"Sometimes, I don't think I will. I mean, my father's wonderful; he's loved by all of the Shire. How can I live up to that?" He started picking at the leaves of the weed in front of him. "Sometimes, Sam, I don't want it. I want to stay Pippin and not become Thain Peregrin. I'm happy just being Pippin."
Sam stopped weeding and sat down on the ground beside Pippin. "Your father is a wonderful Thain. You will be too. Don't have doubts about it, Pippin. And I'm sure there are days your father wishes he could get away from it all and not have to worry about everything, to have the whole of Shire looking to him for his guide. You shouldn't be worried about this now, any road. You'll not be coming Thain for a while."
"I don't know about that, Sam. My father was sick, you know. I'm not quite sure what he had, but he was terribly ill. That's why Merry had me go with him to raid Maggot's crop, to take my mind off it. I do hope he's alright. If he...if he died, with me gone as well, who's to lead?"
Sam placed his dirty hand on Pippin's shoulder. "I'm sure your father is fine, Pippin. He's a strong hobbit. You needn't worry."
"I guess you're right, Sam. And you called me 'Pippin'! Before long, I'll have you calling me 'Pip'!"
Sam laughed. "I doubt it, Pippin, I surely doubt it."
The two hobbits weeded side by side until the garden was clear of the mess.
"Looks like we've got our work cut out for us, Sam."
"Us, Pippin?"
"Yes, I'm going to help you know. I think the Thain's son knows a thing or two about gardening. Come on, then. We'd better hurry or Merry and Frodo will try to help. Think of what will happen then!"
Sam laughed again and the two hobbits started in on the garden Sam had promised Boromir many months ago.
Up next: Merry!