Once again, the day dawned bright and early. Only this time, Sam awoke as the first rays of light touched the soft green grasses of his garden. Only it was more rhythmic: Wake up, leap out of bed, run outside. He was only half-awake when he did it, so when his brain first opened up he was lying on the grass.
"What the…" he murmured softly, but than remember. "Oh! Frodo! Right!" he cried, leaped up, and jogged down the road.
Meanwhile, a quiet, sleeping Rosie Gamgee FINALLY looked at peace. She was smiling, which lit up her face in a way that had captivated Sam YEARS before he went on the journey with Frodo. And with a final sigh, Rosie turned over and snuggled into her pillow. Sam was safe…for now.
Meanwhile, Sam had managed to reach Bag End in record time. He took a small break at the entrance of the grand hobbit-hole, gasping and wishing like heck that he'd brought some water. Everyone knew that Bag End no longer had water access.
Finally collecting himself, Sam cautiously opened the door. Seeing as Bag End was never locked, it was often home to wandering beings, and one never knew when a wandering being could bring harm to ones self.
Deciding it was empty, Sam turned to the left and walked down a long hall to a table trashed with papers of all kinds; maps, letters, stories…. they were mostly Bilbo's, but it couldn't hurt to look.
About ten minutes later, a haggard Sam stepped away from the desk and decided that there was nothing of interest there. But he was now hungry and thirsty, so, taking a break, he took a bucket from the kitchen and filled it with water from a stream across the road from Bag End. He was going to make tea.
And as the tea was boiling, an interesting thought took place in Sam's mind. Frodo's BEDroom! Of course! Is there ANY better place to hide things? Excited, Sam left the tea boiling and jogged down the right to Frodo's room.
It was a large room, with nice wooden walls and a big feather bed. There were desks and drawers, all of which had been hastily emptied. Nothing was in those. So Sam checked the bed. Pillows-nothing. Pillowcases-nothing. Blanket-nothing. Under the bed-hmmmmmmmmm…
From the dusty, unattended space of underneath Frodo's bed, Sam pulled a thin, black book, barely held together. He gingerly opened it, causing several pages to fall out.
"Whoops!" he muttered, grabbing them and stuffing them back in. He couldn't afford to lose those pages. They could be important.
The first page of the black book boldly stated, "Frodo's journal" and hastily scribbled below was, "Tales of before AND after the journey of the One Ring"
"Yes!" muttered Sam, "I've found it!" And he was about to run out of the house when the kettle started to boil. Muttering an old Tolkien oath, Sam rushed to save his tea.