For the next few days Sam basically turned into Superdad…he did EVERYTHING around the house, chores, helping with the children, gardening, and cooking, but he did those two anyway.
He had felt so bad when Rosie found the outside of her home pretty much destroyed…she had given him a weary look as though to say, "god Sam I'm TIRED of punishing you" and she then turned and slowly walked back into the house.
But the day he had walked into the kitchen with Rosie cooking and grinning at him, he knew he was free.
"Sam, darling, I'm so sorry. I've been a pig these last few days. Can you ever forgive me?"
Sam gave Rosie his biggest and hopefully most attractive grin and said,
"I think I might…" he then swooped her down and kissed her, despite the fact that she was giggling like mad while choking out,
"Sam! Sam! Stop…the CHILDREN!"
"This is a good example." Whispered Sam. He then turned to his young son and daughter, staring solemnly at their parents.
"Frodo, Goldi, I just want you to know, your parents are deeply madly in love and if you find someone you feel that way about, follow your heart." Frodo, being just a year old, continued staring. Goldilocks, on the other hand, began giggling crazily, much resembling her mother.
"What?"
"Nothiiiiiing," said Goldilocks in that sweet way that let her get away with anything. Sam and Rosie exchanged knowing looks.
"If you say so…"
That night, Sam lay with a candle on his and Rosie's bedside table while flipping through the journal.
"Sam?" muttered Rosie blearily. "What are you doing?"
"Reading, Rosie, darling," murmured Sam back, taking away from the journal to stroke Rosie's golden curls.
"What are you reading?" her voice took on a suspicious note. "Is it that…journal you've been obsessed with?"
"Well…yes, but Rosie…"
"No, no, it's ok, I'm being a pig again. I'm fighting it though." Sam chuckled and slowly dragged his plump fingers through her hair.
"Rosie, you are as far from a pig as can be."
"Good night," was her reply, and she sighed and rolled over.
"'Night," whispered Sam, and he was so bowled over by that that he couldn't resume reading for a few minutes. But he finally shook his head and re-opened the black book. He noticed it hadn't been written in for awhile until…
"I just got back from the journey of The One Ring. But I won't tell you about that, it's all in 'The Lord of the Rings', a book by yours truly. But on to more important things. She married him. Those terrible de Boone hobbits, with their riches and pretty faces. They could be related to Legolas. They all have faces that look like they were carved by angels. And you may think that I have just fallen for Rosaline for HER looks, but that isn't true. Her laugh pierces my soul. Her smiles puncture my mind. When she changes her hair-for better or worse-I want to die. It's just not fair. Why isn't she mine? I swear vengence on Gregory de Boone, new husband of Rosaline."
Sam's mind raced. It was as though someone had hit the "rewind" and then "play" button in his mind. Memories came flooding back.
FLASH: Frodo walking up to Rosaline and Gregory after they had made it through the gate to Hobbiton, but Rosaline motioning that Gregory was her new husband.
FLASH: After the shire was safe, Frodo practically CRAWLING to Rosaline to beg her to reconsider. Her refusing, and laughing.
FLASH: Gregory de Boone walking up to Frodo, who was cornering Rosaline, and shoving him away with his fist and harsh words.
Bloody hell, how could I have overlooked these memories???? Thought Sam, horrified, when he was sure the memories had finished. But not quite.
FLASH: A crowd gathering outside the de Boone hobbit hole, while John Batherman and Keonard Ohman carried out a body. Even under the sheet it was a muscular, well-formed body. Splatted with red. The voices around whispering: "That's Gregory de Boone, that is." "Stabbed! It's despicable!" "Are you sure? Nothing like this has ever happened!"
FLASH: Rosaline standing off to the side of the crowd, sobbing. Gregory de Boone was dead.
Bloody…bloody…thought Sam, but even his thoughts wouldn't register. Gregory de Boone…dead? But Frodo wouldn't…I mean… without thinking, Sam dropped the yellowing black book on the ground with a bang. This woke up Frodo, who instantly began bawling. And woke up Rosie.
She yawned and rolled over, and instantly saw Sam staring into space with a mask of utter horror on his face, tears gathering in his eyes.
"S-Sam?" whispered Rosie tenderly, setting her hand on his arm. This seemed to break him out of his spell. Frantically scrubbing at his red eyes, Sam said,
"Heh-heh-must've woken up little Frodo…I'll go attend to him!" he cried, getting up and rushing out like the speed of light itself.
Rosie stared after him, but, figuring that she must be seeing things in the dead of night, she rolled over and went to sleep.
Sam, on the other hand, did NOT attend to Frodo. He instead sat at the edge of the crib, pondering and crying with his head in his hands.
"Oh Mr. Frodo what did you do?" he chocked out, looking up at the ceiling as baby Frodo wailed away. "What did you do?"
A/N: Yay!! Just write write write…plot twists!! YAY!! I won't give up the twisted ending…hee hee…READ AND FIND OUT!!