A/N:
"Mesa luv stu": I'm glad you thought it was funny, I thought so, too! Cut down on the sugar, though okay? ;)
jedi-baggins: Yeah, I love Twelfth Night, though my favorite of Shakespeare's comedies is Much Ado About Nothing. And don't worry, I did not forget that it's Frodo/OC, you will see so in this chapter. Ooooo! :)
Terreis: THANKYOU!!! *Blush* *Blush*
Rosie and Sam
The following night Pippin, Sam, and Frodo took Merry to the fully restored Green Dragon to celebrate his engagement to Estella. The jovial group sat around their usual table, toasting to the future happiness so many times it became innumerable.
All except Sam were laughing and cheering. Frodo noticed his gaze was elsewhere. He followed the direction of his servant's eyes to Rosie, who was standing behind the bar, wiping a clay mug dry with a rag. He smiled. In the forever gone time before, Frodo would have tried to persuade Sam to get up and speak with Rosie. But, tonight Frodo noticed a new glint in his friend's eyes; actually it wasn't new, now that he thought about it. He had seen that look many times before when Sam would take charge and rally Frodo's strength on that fearful journey taken some time ago. The look was that of determination but commingled this time with the glow of the love man bears for woman.
Sam got to his feet and strode to the bar, full of purpose. Frodo, Merry, and Pippin looked at each other, exchanging eager and, for Merry and Pippin, incredulous looks.
"He's finally goin' t' ask her!" Pippin whispered excitedly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rosie couldn't keep her eyes off Sam that night the look in his eyes drew her even more to him then the times before he left. Suddenly, the tavern became very quiet. When she looked up, she saw Sam had risen from his chair and was beginning to move towards her, Rosie's heartbeat sped up and she lowered her eyes to the mug she was drying.
"Miss Rose?"
Rosie raised her eyes and gazed at Sam's angelic face. His countenance made her knees fail in their support and she put her hands on the bar to keep from falling. Sam's expression shone with a warmth she had seen cross his face many a time in the past when he would lock eyes with her. But, now that warmth had increased ten fold.
"Miss Rose," Sam said again.
"Yes?" the lass managed to reply.
Suddenly, Sam opened the gate to the bar so he was standing in front of her without obstruction. He then took her hands and got down on one knee.
His friends got up from their chairs to get a better view, because now all they could see of him was the top of his ginger-colored curls.
"Miss Rose," he repeated for the third time. "I love you, and it would make me the most happily blessed of hobbits if you would be my wife."
So many nights had Rosie dreamt of this event that she was tempted to pinch herself. But, in her joyful heart she knew it was real.
"I would be happy to be your wife, Sam!"
Sam acted on the impulse of his love and in his joy, kissed her then and there, in front of everyone.
Deafening cheers erupted from the onlookers. "Atta boy, Sam!" One hobbit yelled.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hobbit lasses and older hobbit women were bustling about the Cotton household. Rosie's brothers had been promptly confined to the kitchen to give the women space in order to work.
"How long does it take to put on a wedding dress?" Nibs groaned.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sam, you must stop pacing, you're wearing the finish off my wood floors," Frodo said with an eyebrow raised in amusement.
"I can't help it, Mr. Frodo, I-I'm worried that I won't make a good husband, that I'll disappoint her!"
"Sam, lad," Pippin laughed, refilling his pipe, "you worry too much."
Frodo took his best friend gently by the shoulders and forced him to cease his repetitive travel about the room.
"Sam," he said quietly, "you love her, don't you?"
"With my whole bein', Mr. Frodo!"
"And you know she loves you."
Sam blushed. "Yes."
"Then you have nothing to worry about."
The gardener looked up at Frodo, the familiar admiration shone in his eyes, coupled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Frodo."
"Are you ready then, Sam?" Asked Merry, coming out of the kitchen of Bag End where he had been eating a quick second breakfast.
Sam took a deep breath and then straightened his jacket with a calmly confident air. "Yes, Mr. Merry, I am."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The wedding had been beautiful. Frodo had been Sam's best man, as a matter of course. Diamond, Estella, Pervinca, and May were Rosie's bridesmaids. May was one of Samwise's three sisters. She was four years younger than he. She was the only one closest to his age, not counting his older sister Marigold who was three years older and married to Tolman (Tom) Cotton, as matter of fact.
When the mayor told Sam he could now kiss the bride, Sam hesitated for a moment, not knowing what was the most acceptable way to kiss her in public, although he wanted to kiss her blind right now, he restrained himself.
Rosie knew his mind. "Oh, my Sam . . ." she breathed and took the upper hand by taking his lips on her own. Immediately, Sam's arms went about Rosie's waist and he held her tightly against him. The embrace might have gone on for hours if Merry hadn't suddenly yelled, "Save some of that for tonight, you two!" Both Sam and Rosie blushed bright red and parted, but still looked exceedingly happy and amused at the comment.
Soon, Rosie prepared to toss her bouquet. All the single lasses crowded together a foot or so behind her. The bouquet tossing in the hobbit's custom counted for the lads too, but none of them were ever willing to make, what they thought, fools of themselves like the lasses.
Rosie heaved the flowers over her shoulder, a lot of shouting went up and the lads, in spite of their opinions, looked up eagerly as it made an arc in air.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Pippin was not paying attention to any of this, instead he was keenly aware of Diamond's presence by his side. Ever since that darned kiss . . .!
Peregrin's pensive state was suddenly interrupted by something falling lightly into his hands. He looked down to find Rosie's bouquet in his grasp. He looked up at the hobbits' amused stares. Then, Pippin felt compelled to see Diamond's reaction. He stole a glance at her and was surprised to see a shy smile tug at the corners of her pink mouth.
Suddenly, a vision of Diamond wearing a white gown and holding a bouquet like Rosie's came into his mind. His heart leaped what felt like four feet in his chest. Pippin there and then realized why her, seemingly grateful, kiss affected him so, almost a month after the event: He was in love with Diamond of Long Cleeve.
Pippin's throat went dry and his heart pounded against his chest. He slowly looked back at Diamond and handed the bouquet to Diamond. She looked pleasantly surprised.
"Why, thank you, Pippin!"
"Diamond," he managed hoarsely, "may I talk to you for a moment after this is all over?"
"Perhaps . . ." the lass replied, wondering what he would possibly have to say to her and why he was acting so nervous. "Does he . . .? No! Banish the thought! He doesn't, Diamond! Why would he?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Frodo, you remember my sister, May?" Sam said putting his free arm, his other one was around Rosie's waist, lightly on his sister's back nudging her towards Frodo.
"Yes, I do. Last time I saw you I had only been living at Bag End with Mr. Bilbo for a month. Where did you go?"
"Her namesake, our Aunt May thought she and Daisy should come and live with her in Frogmorton in East Farthing, wanted to make a lady out of her and get her away from all our "manly influences."
May laughed, "Yes, she didn't want me turning into a tom-boy. Luckily, Marigold escaped her instruction saying that someone had to keep an eye on those three boys besides father."
Frodo chuckled. Sam and Rosie then excused themselves to talk with other guests.
After they had gone Frodo found himself studying May. For some reason the image of her when he had last before she had gone had remained in his brain. He now recalled that image. A lass on the verge of entering her tweens, a white mob cap covering her head while a mass of ginger-colored curls spilled out from under them. He also remembered being quite fond of the way her hair would poof out from time to time. She was never in a good mood when that happened.
Still, Frodo had never known her that well, he'd always been busy day- dreaming he had been somewhere else that he didn't notice her absence until Sam had told him she had gone to Aunt May's.
Frodo stared at her now. Her hair still had a bit of that poofy quality, it was still ginger-colored, but he now noticed that her eyes were of a unique shade: they were violet. "Had she always been so pretty?" he wondered to himself.
"Mr. Baggins?"
May's voice startled him back to the present. Had he been staring? He had! Frodo felt his face grow warm and noticed that May's cheeks had become rather rosy as well.
"Did you have any cake yet?" May suddenly asked.
"No, in fact, I haven't."
"Why don't we get some together?" She suggested.
Frodo smiled, "that sounds like a lovely idea, Miss Gamgee." Frodo offered his arm to her. With a flattered grin, May took it, they then headed off to the cake table.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sorry it took so long, I had bad writers block after the play, then . . . more homework!!! But, mostly it was just writer's block, but I'm back and hopefully will be updating faster. Though, I'm not so sure about the speed of "The Daughter of Laurëfin"'s updates, I have MAJOR writers block on that one, I mean I have some idea where to take it for maybe a bit of scene, but I wish I hadn't brought on the romance so soon, I write better when I have the romance a little more drawn out and not realized by the characters so soon. But, anyway, REVIEW!!! And again, sorry for the hold up. I do have to say that I think this is the best fic I've written so far. . . :) I think it's because Hobbits are so much fun to write!
Ciao!
"Mesa luv stu": I'm glad you thought it was funny, I thought so, too! Cut down on the sugar, though okay? ;)
jedi-baggins: Yeah, I love Twelfth Night, though my favorite of Shakespeare's comedies is Much Ado About Nothing. And don't worry, I did not forget that it's Frodo/OC, you will see so in this chapter. Ooooo! :)
Terreis: THANKYOU!!! *Blush* *Blush*
Rosie and Sam
The following night Pippin, Sam, and Frodo took Merry to the fully restored Green Dragon to celebrate his engagement to Estella. The jovial group sat around their usual table, toasting to the future happiness so many times it became innumerable.
All except Sam were laughing and cheering. Frodo noticed his gaze was elsewhere. He followed the direction of his servant's eyes to Rosie, who was standing behind the bar, wiping a clay mug dry with a rag. He smiled. In the forever gone time before, Frodo would have tried to persuade Sam to get up and speak with Rosie. But, tonight Frodo noticed a new glint in his friend's eyes; actually it wasn't new, now that he thought about it. He had seen that look many times before when Sam would take charge and rally Frodo's strength on that fearful journey taken some time ago. The look was that of determination but commingled this time with the glow of the love man bears for woman.
Sam got to his feet and strode to the bar, full of purpose. Frodo, Merry, and Pippin looked at each other, exchanging eager and, for Merry and Pippin, incredulous looks.
"He's finally goin' t' ask her!" Pippin whispered excitedly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rosie couldn't keep her eyes off Sam that night the look in his eyes drew her even more to him then the times before he left. Suddenly, the tavern became very quiet. When she looked up, she saw Sam had risen from his chair and was beginning to move towards her, Rosie's heartbeat sped up and she lowered her eyes to the mug she was drying.
"Miss Rose?"
Rosie raised her eyes and gazed at Sam's angelic face. His countenance made her knees fail in their support and she put her hands on the bar to keep from falling. Sam's expression shone with a warmth she had seen cross his face many a time in the past when he would lock eyes with her. But, now that warmth had increased ten fold.
"Miss Rose," Sam said again.
"Yes?" the lass managed to reply.
Suddenly, Sam opened the gate to the bar so he was standing in front of her without obstruction. He then took her hands and got down on one knee.
His friends got up from their chairs to get a better view, because now all they could see of him was the top of his ginger-colored curls.
"Miss Rose," he repeated for the third time. "I love you, and it would make me the most happily blessed of hobbits if you would be my wife."
So many nights had Rosie dreamt of this event that she was tempted to pinch herself. But, in her joyful heart she knew it was real.
"I would be happy to be your wife, Sam!"
Sam acted on the impulse of his love and in his joy, kissed her then and there, in front of everyone.
Deafening cheers erupted from the onlookers. "Atta boy, Sam!" One hobbit yelled.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hobbit lasses and older hobbit women were bustling about the Cotton household. Rosie's brothers had been promptly confined to the kitchen to give the women space in order to work.
"How long does it take to put on a wedding dress?" Nibs groaned.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sam, you must stop pacing, you're wearing the finish off my wood floors," Frodo said with an eyebrow raised in amusement.
"I can't help it, Mr. Frodo, I-I'm worried that I won't make a good husband, that I'll disappoint her!"
"Sam, lad," Pippin laughed, refilling his pipe, "you worry too much."
Frodo took his best friend gently by the shoulders and forced him to cease his repetitive travel about the room.
"Sam," he said quietly, "you love her, don't you?"
"With my whole bein', Mr. Frodo!"
"And you know she loves you."
Sam blushed. "Yes."
"Then you have nothing to worry about."
The gardener looked up at Frodo, the familiar admiration shone in his eyes, coupled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Frodo."
"Are you ready then, Sam?" Asked Merry, coming out of the kitchen of Bag End where he had been eating a quick second breakfast.
Sam took a deep breath and then straightened his jacket with a calmly confident air. "Yes, Mr. Merry, I am."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The wedding had been beautiful. Frodo had been Sam's best man, as a matter of course. Diamond, Estella, Pervinca, and May were Rosie's bridesmaids. May was one of Samwise's three sisters. She was four years younger than he. She was the only one closest to his age, not counting his older sister Marigold who was three years older and married to Tolman (Tom) Cotton, as matter of fact.
When the mayor told Sam he could now kiss the bride, Sam hesitated for a moment, not knowing what was the most acceptable way to kiss her in public, although he wanted to kiss her blind right now, he restrained himself.
Rosie knew his mind. "Oh, my Sam . . ." she breathed and took the upper hand by taking his lips on her own. Immediately, Sam's arms went about Rosie's waist and he held her tightly against him. The embrace might have gone on for hours if Merry hadn't suddenly yelled, "Save some of that for tonight, you two!" Both Sam and Rosie blushed bright red and parted, but still looked exceedingly happy and amused at the comment.
Soon, Rosie prepared to toss her bouquet. All the single lasses crowded together a foot or so behind her. The bouquet tossing in the hobbit's custom counted for the lads too, but none of them were ever willing to make, what they thought, fools of themselves like the lasses.
Rosie heaved the flowers over her shoulder, a lot of shouting went up and the lads, in spite of their opinions, looked up eagerly as it made an arc in air.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Pippin was not paying attention to any of this, instead he was keenly aware of Diamond's presence by his side. Ever since that darned kiss . . .!
Peregrin's pensive state was suddenly interrupted by something falling lightly into his hands. He looked down to find Rosie's bouquet in his grasp. He looked up at the hobbits' amused stares. Then, Pippin felt compelled to see Diamond's reaction. He stole a glance at her and was surprised to see a shy smile tug at the corners of her pink mouth.
Suddenly, a vision of Diamond wearing a white gown and holding a bouquet like Rosie's came into his mind. His heart leaped what felt like four feet in his chest. Pippin there and then realized why her, seemingly grateful, kiss affected him so, almost a month after the event: He was in love with Diamond of Long Cleeve.
Pippin's throat went dry and his heart pounded against his chest. He slowly looked back at Diamond and handed the bouquet to Diamond. She looked pleasantly surprised.
"Why, thank you, Pippin!"
"Diamond," he managed hoarsely, "may I talk to you for a moment after this is all over?"
"Perhaps . . ." the lass replied, wondering what he would possibly have to say to her and why he was acting so nervous. "Does he . . .? No! Banish the thought! He doesn't, Diamond! Why would he?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Frodo, you remember my sister, May?" Sam said putting his free arm, his other one was around Rosie's waist, lightly on his sister's back nudging her towards Frodo.
"Yes, I do. Last time I saw you I had only been living at Bag End with Mr. Bilbo for a month. Where did you go?"
"Her namesake, our Aunt May thought she and Daisy should come and live with her in Frogmorton in East Farthing, wanted to make a lady out of her and get her away from all our "manly influences."
May laughed, "Yes, she didn't want me turning into a tom-boy. Luckily, Marigold escaped her instruction saying that someone had to keep an eye on those three boys besides father."
Frodo chuckled. Sam and Rosie then excused themselves to talk with other guests.
After they had gone Frodo found himself studying May. For some reason the image of her when he had last before she had gone had remained in his brain. He now recalled that image. A lass on the verge of entering her tweens, a white mob cap covering her head while a mass of ginger-colored curls spilled out from under them. He also remembered being quite fond of the way her hair would poof out from time to time. She was never in a good mood when that happened.
Still, Frodo had never known her that well, he'd always been busy day- dreaming he had been somewhere else that he didn't notice her absence until Sam had told him she had gone to Aunt May's.
Frodo stared at her now. Her hair still had a bit of that poofy quality, it was still ginger-colored, but he now noticed that her eyes were of a unique shade: they were violet. "Had she always been so pretty?" he wondered to himself.
"Mr. Baggins?"
May's voice startled him back to the present. Had he been staring? He had! Frodo felt his face grow warm and noticed that May's cheeks had become rather rosy as well.
"Did you have any cake yet?" May suddenly asked.
"No, in fact, I haven't."
"Why don't we get some together?" She suggested.
Frodo smiled, "that sounds like a lovely idea, Miss Gamgee." Frodo offered his arm to her. With a flattered grin, May took it, they then headed off to the cake table.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sorry it took so long, I had bad writers block after the play, then . . . more homework!!! But, mostly it was just writer's block, but I'm back and hopefully will be updating faster. Though, I'm not so sure about the speed of "The Daughter of Laurëfin"'s updates, I have MAJOR writers block on that one, I mean I have some idea where to take it for maybe a bit of scene, but I wish I hadn't brought on the romance so soon, I write better when I have the romance a little more drawn out and not realized by the characters so soon. But, anyway, REVIEW!!! And again, sorry for the hold up. I do have to say that I think this is the best fic I've written so far. . . :) I think it's because Hobbits are so much fun to write!
Ciao!