The morning dawned bright and early. Now, Being a gardener, Sam instinctively leaped out of bed the moment the sun had raised. He had planned to leave to Bag End the minute he had gotten up, so he was already in his shirt, pants, and patched vest.
Not even noticing that Rosie wasn't in bed, Sam crept out the door of the bedroom and down the hall towards the front door. He was almost made it, too. But the second he reached towards the door, a screechy voice from the opposite hall cried,
"SAMwise GAMgee!!" wincing, Sam turned to face his wife, Rosie Cotton Gamgee. She was only a few feet away from him, and she looked haggard and tired. Her normally shining blond curls were damp and limp, and she had big bags under her blue eyes. She still looked beautiful to Sam, but it was obvious that she was mad.
Baby Eleanor dangled from her hip, and 3-year-old Goldilocks was racing around her parent's legs in a wild figure eight.
"Yes, my dear?" murmured Sam, trying to avoid eye contact with those furious eyes.
"I have a PROBLEM, Sam," said Rosie, almost too sweetly.
"Oh?"
"YES, I HAVE A PROBLEM!! YOU!! LATELY ALL YOU'VE BEEN DOING IS MOPING AROUND THE HOUSE, READING!! READING THAT BOOK OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND TAKING NOTES!! NO HOUSEWORK DONE AT ALL EXCEPT FOR THE MINIMUM I CAN DO ALONE!!"
Sam looked up pitifully. He knew it was true, but he SO wanted to go to Bag End. Finally, he forced himself to say the dreaded words:
"Is…is there anything I can do?" Lighting up some, Rosie reached into a corner and pulled out a broom.
"Here. The front needs scrubbing. Go to it, dear!" chirped Rosie, dragging Eleanor and Goldilocks away.
Dejectedly taking the broom and thinking of old Mr. Hopkins, whose wife had him doing almost NOTHING but sweeping the front, Sam walked out the door.
Investigating would have to wait.
A/N: Yay!! Second chapter!! Do I hear cheers? Hey I got a review!! THANK U PERSON!! Well thank u MORGAN too…but this was a STRANGER!! Who actually LIKED my STORY! WOO-HOO!! :-D more later…