Chapter 1
The Unexpected Letter
Samwise Gamgee sat in his wicker chair staring out the window into the cold. His thoughts wondered into the night. It had been almost 5 years since Frodo Baggins his best friend and companion had gone with the elves to the Undying Lands. It was 5 years ago that evil fell and good and beauty triumphed.
Frodo was not the only other to go, Gandalf the White, a wizard known as the disturber of the peace, also left at the aid of Frodo, and Bilbo Baggins, in his old age left with the ring bearer and the wizard. The only companions, left of his knowing were Perigrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck. They had settled down back in the shire. Perigrin Took had married Diamond of Long Cleeve. Sam and Perigrin and Meridoc rarely spoke to each other in these long months that never seemed to go by. His life drowned on, day by day, fearing his strength may never return. The long fearful journey had almost taken his life, but yet he still lingered her in Middle-Earth. The gardener's ignorance had always had the question why? Was his task not yet over? Was there still something here in this world left for him to do?
He took his pipe out of his vest pocket. It was the same pipe him and Frodo had smoked together sitting on the cliff overlooking the shire. He was still a young hobbit only at the age of 33, but his weary body felt like a castaway ready to die. He didn't long for another adventure. He had a family that he cared for. His wife, Rose, was a short beautiful woman and had hair that reflected the sun. His offspring were young, not quite the age of 7. Every night his oldest, Elanor would ask him to tell the story.
''Papa would you tell me the story of Frodo and the Ring?''
''Of course my boy, its one of my favorite stories.''
''Frodo was really brave wasn't he dad.''
''He sure was, one of the most favorites of hobbits.''
He leaned back in his chair, remembering the great time Frodo and he had together through the woods talking about what a story this adventure would make. It all seamed like a dream now. '' Why, your forgetting one of the most important characters, Samwise the Brave. Mr. Frodo wouldn't have gone far without Sam.'' Frodo had said looking back at him with tired eyes. Sam could just remember the look on his face. Full of weary it was, and also full of gratitude. Frodo was a brave one, yes, a very brave one indeed.
His thoughts strained out of time and he sat there for hours, the cold wind blowing through the trees outside in the quiet of the shire. Things were not as peaceful now as they were 5 years ago when all evil was thought to be overtaken. Outside there was a whisper of the wind and there had been rumor of a shadow in the east. But the people here in the Shire did not know of this. The people of the Shire did not know of much in the outside world. They took much notice of Sam now that he was back and he had visitors coming to him everyday.
The gardener referring to Samwise Gamgee because of in the first book of him spying on Gandalf and Frodo. His excuse was he was cutting the grass amongst the window.
Many wondered what ever happened to Frodo Baggins, but all he could tell them was that he went on a long vacation and that he may never return. Only Sam and his dear friends Merry and Pippin had knowledge of the real reason. For if anyone had found out about the ring of power and the adventure of destroying it, many of the Shire folk would think their journey was in vain. For many of the Shire folk were old, weary people who were only interested in their own good. But this did not bother old Samwise.
It was a late hour of night and the moon rose high above the trees. Sam put down his pipe and headed down the hall to his bedroom. The old wooden floor creaked beneath his hairy feet. This house was old, made almost a century ago, but was still in good shape. His garden in the back grew rapidly during these summer months. Sam had always had a love for plants. He loved to study all kinds of flowers, big, small, and in between. Now that he was back from his adventure the time seemed slowed. He had all the time in the world to do what ever he wished. But this did not please him. He did not want to fill his time with useless things. His body dreaded adventure but his mind longed for it.
As he walked down the creaky hallway a sudden rustling came from the other direction. Noises like that of a falling object. He turned and walked the opposite direction towards the front of his dwelling. His feet moved lightly, not to scare the helpless intruder. As he approached the front door he stopped, Nothing. He pressed his rounded ear against the door, Nothing. His trembling hand reached for the knob and grabbed it tight. The fear of a helpless creature was small, for he had seen much worse. He pulled the door open and found something he did not expect. A small blue envelope the size of hand was sitting on the ledge of the ascent. Great green ferns, and wildflowers surrounded his stairs. This brush could give cover to any size of creature. Sam leaned down over his overly large body and picked up the small envelope casing being aware of any wild creature lingering by watching him from the shadows. The package was barley noticeable from the side view, and as light as a feather, nothing was held in its claim. "Who's there!" he yelled with such intensity. ''Show yourself!'' but nothing came out to claim what was left. He looked closely at the small package, and as the moon shown upon it silver shining words appeared almost like magic.
Samwise Gamgee
1798 Lane The Shire
The wind whipped upon his face like bullets through the flesh of a man. "A storms coming. A mighty storm." He said. Looking up once more to maybe spot the intruder, he turned around and stepped into his home in the side of the
hill.
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The Unexpected Letter
Samwise Gamgee sat in his wicker chair staring out the window into the cold. His thoughts wondered into the night. It had been almost 5 years since Frodo Baggins his best friend and companion had gone with the elves to the Undying Lands. It was 5 years ago that evil fell and good and beauty triumphed.
Frodo was not the only other to go, Gandalf the White, a wizard known as the disturber of the peace, also left at the aid of Frodo, and Bilbo Baggins, in his old age left with the ring bearer and the wizard. The only companions, left of his knowing were Perigrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck. They had settled down back in the shire. Perigrin Took had married Diamond of Long Cleeve. Sam and Perigrin and Meridoc rarely spoke to each other in these long months that never seemed to go by. His life drowned on, day by day, fearing his strength may never return. The long fearful journey had almost taken his life, but yet he still lingered her in Middle-Earth. The gardener's ignorance had always had the question why? Was his task not yet over? Was there still something here in this world left for him to do?
He took his pipe out of his vest pocket. It was the same pipe him and Frodo had smoked together sitting on the cliff overlooking the shire. He was still a young hobbit only at the age of 33, but his weary body felt like a castaway ready to die. He didn't long for another adventure. He had a family that he cared for. His wife, Rose, was a short beautiful woman and had hair that reflected the sun. His offspring were young, not quite the age of 7. Every night his oldest, Elanor would ask him to tell the story.
''Papa would you tell me the story of Frodo and the Ring?''
''Of course my boy, its one of my favorite stories.''
''Frodo was really brave wasn't he dad.''
''He sure was, one of the most favorites of hobbits.''
He leaned back in his chair, remembering the great time Frodo and he had together through the woods talking about what a story this adventure would make. It all seamed like a dream now. '' Why, your forgetting one of the most important characters, Samwise the Brave. Mr. Frodo wouldn't have gone far without Sam.'' Frodo had said looking back at him with tired eyes. Sam could just remember the look on his face. Full of weary it was, and also full of gratitude. Frodo was a brave one, yes, a very brave one indeed.
His thoughts strained out of time and he sat there for hours, the cold wind blowing through the trees outside in the quiet of the shire. Things were not as peaceful now as they were 5 years ago when all evil was thought to be overtaken. Outside there was a whisper of the wind and there had been rumor of a shadow in the east. But the people here in the Shire did not know of this. The people of the Shire did not know of much in the outside world. They took much notice of Sam now that he was back and he had visitors coming to him everyday.
The gardener referring to Samwise Gamgee because of in the first book of him spying on Gandalf and Frodo. His excuse was he was cutting the grass amongst the window.
Many wondered what ever happened to Frodo Baggins, but all he could tell them was that he went on a long vacation and that he may never return. Only Sam and his dear friends Merry and Pippin had knowledge of the real reason. For if anyone had found out about the ring of power and the adventure of destroying it, many of the Shire folk would think their journey was in vain. For many of the Shire folk were old, weary people who were only interested in their own good. But this did not bother old Samwise.
It was a late hour of night and the moon rose high above the trees. Sam put down his pipe and headed down the hall to his bedroom. The old wooden floor creaked beneath his hairy feet. This house was old, made almost a century ago, but was still in good shape. His garden in the back grew rapidly during these summer months. Sam had always had a love for plants. He loved to study all kinds of flowers, big, small, and in between. Now that he was back from his adventure the time seemed slowed. He had all the time in the world to do what ever he wished. But this did not please him. He did not want to fill his time with useless things. His body dreaded adventure but his mind longed for it.
As he walked down the creaky hallway a sudden rustling came from the other direction. Noises like that of a falling object. He turned and walked the opposite direction towards the front of his dwelling. His feet moved lightly, not to scare the helpless intruder. As he approached the front door he stopped, Nothing. He pressed his rounded ear against the door, Nothing. His trembling hand reached for the knob and grabbed it tight. The fear of a helpless creature was small, for he had seen much worse. He pulled the door open and found something he did not expect. A small blue envelope the size of hand was sitting on the ledge of the ascent. Great green ferns, and wildflowers surrounded his stairs. This brush could give cover to any size of creature. Sam leaned down over his overly large body and picked up the small envelope casing being aware of any wild creature lingering by watching him from the shadows. The package was barley noticeable from the side view, and as light as a feather, nothing was held in its claim. "Who's there!" he yelled with such intensity. ''Show yourself!'' but nothing came out to claim what was left. He looked closely at the small package, and as the moon shown upon it silver shining words appeared almost like magic.
Samwise Gamgee
1798 Lane The Shire
The wind whipped upon his face like bullets through the flesh of a man. "A storms coming. A mighty storm." He said. Looking up once more to maybe spot the intruder, he turned around and stepped into his home in the side of the
hill.
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