This fic's just to remind you that my birthday's in 14 days, and in true hobbit tradition, I will be writing a fic as a present to you all. Not this one. Another one. Bit better.
BTW, did anyone see the Eurovision song contest? We only beat France and Germany. Typical. Does no one like us?
FS SLASH. I own nothing. Please enjoy.
He stood before me, next to her, under the tree, stuttering over his words, then blushing, laughing, and starting again.
This was why I hadn't said anything to him.
Sam deserved to be loved by someone who was perfect. Someone who was normal. And that wasn't me.
Everything Sam wanted was everything I couldn't give him. He wanted a family, children, and to be respected. But lads can't marry, not each other, nor have children. And, as far as being respected goes, I think the title 'Mad Baggins' speaks for itself.
This is all, of course, My thoughts remind me, assuming he shares your feelings. Rosie could have been in his mind as much as he was in yours.
I've missed the final 'I promises' and the 'Always and Forever' kiss. Rose changed, from Cotton to Gamgee, and I missed it, though I don't regret that.
Sam looked over and smiled at me. I had no choice but to smile back.
You've lost him.
Improvements welcome.