Based on a plot bunny Arwen Baggins had posted on her lj a while ago.
Sam's Pots and Pans
There they lie, rust-worn, tarnished, but intact. A hundred years had come and gone, but they remained, though their owner had long since passed into the West. Not much came across them in this barren wasteland, still unprosperous though its evil had long been driven out. On occasion, some weary passerby would stumble upon the pack and the pots, but there was no use. They had no water to cleanse, no food to cook whenever they came that way. So they had remained untouched with no more company than that of flies, spiders, and insects. They long for their master to cook with them again, but they remain forevermore.