Thunk thunk thunk THWACK BANG thunk thunk thunk went Sam's sweeping as he mindlessly knocked over the birdhouse in their front yard with the broom in his hand. But Sam's mind wasn't on sweeping; it was on Frodo's entry.
Rosaline…Rosaline…it sounds so FAMILIAR! thought a frustrated Sam, nearly killing some flowers in his garden with the broom.
But it took a few more dead flowers and a flipped "welcome" mat before Sam finally realized whom Rosaline was.
You see, while racking his brain, Sam had come across a memory of Bilbo's 111th birthday. Everyone was dancing, having a good time. Well, Sam was actually moping at a table, eyeing Rosie and hoping she'd notice him…but he had taken up some sights through his eyes. While skimming the crowd, Sam had seen a sight that he hadn't much thought about until that day.
Frodo was practically on his knees, kneeling by a very pretty hobbit-lass, and he appeared to be asking her something. The girl gave a small, cruel laugh and shook her head. Frodo asked again. This time the lass tossed her head and walked away, towards the de Boone hobbits, who had always seemed much more like short elves than hobbits. Frodo sat there a moment, looking dazed, but then let out a false laugh and, seeing Sam, ran over to comfort him.
That, thought Sam triumphantly, Must've been Rosaline!
Sam then focused on Rosaline, trying to remember her traits. She had been about 3 foot 5 inches, and she was EXTREMELY pretty. She had been VERY skinny, odd among hobbit-lasses. They sometimes had figures, but they were often well rounded, like Rosie's. But this hobbit was outright SLENDER. Her skin was pale, but not death-like pale. She had a very pretty, heart-shaped face and long, curly black hair which she combed till it SHINED. Her last trait was her eyes. They were big, and lined with elaborate lashes, sooty black. Her eyes, too, were black, but they were empty. Cruel and heartless. Sam hadn't actually SEEN Rosaline's eyes up close, but eyes like THAT you didn't have to see up close to realize their true intent.
Realization of what Frodo had actually fallen in LOVE with gripped Sam.
Lord, how could he have been such a bloomin' idiot? Thought Sam desperately, his heart filling up with pity. That was no girl-that was a demon! A DEMON! Although…if she WAS a demon…I'm sure Frodo couldn't help falling in love with her…shaking his head, Sam went back to sweeping. But it took him a second to register what had happened to the yard.
"Oh, no…" he murmured, staring in horror at the battered bushes, the trampled flowers, the toppled birdhouse, and the over-turned "welcome" mat.
He hurriedly started putting everything in place. The bushes and flowers he could do nothing about, but he quickly set up the birdhouse and flipped the welcome mat. Seizing a pair of hedge-clippers, Sam attacked the bushes in a vain attempt to make them look more suitable. But it was too late…Sam's round, green door was slowly opening, with the soft, kind voice of the Rosie he knew saying, "Sam? Are you out here? I'm sorry, I'm…WHA…????"
Sam grinned sheepishly.
"Hi, dear."
A/N: Ha ha ha! I like this chapter. And it's LONG, chickluveslotr, ok? Lol I may've gotten NO sleep since the start of summer break…but I've still posted this chapter!! Lol read & enjoy!