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"Packed already?"

"No harm in being prepared."

"I thought you wanted to see the elves, Sam."

"I do."

"More than anything."

"I did. It's just…we did what Gandalf wanted, didn't we? We got the Ring this far to Rivendell and I thought, seeing as you're on the mend, we'd be off soon. Off home."

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Rosie rolled over in her sleep, thinking. It was strange, how quickly and how slowly her thoughts went, all at the same time. She felt as if she were thinking slowly, and yet she couldn't keep track of her thoughts at all.

Her father had come in, as one of the regulars, and had immediately ordered a beer from his "favorite barmaid." When she had brought him his drink, he took it and kissed her on the cheek, and all his friends had laughed. Rosie hadn't even known her father was that popular.

And her brothers…

Rosie rolled over again.

They had jumped all over her when she and her father had arrived home. The younger ones had leapt on her, demanding answers, while the older ones had teased her. They had been discussing it earlier, while Rosie and her father had been at work.

"Everyone knows a new lass at the inn has a few new beaus when they come home," Tom said. "Who's yours?"

Nick and Nibs began jumping up and down on the couch, yelling possible names to each other.

"Sandyman!"

"Goodbody!"

"Proudfoot!"

"Whitfoot!"

"Maggot!"

"Boffin!"

They fell upon the couch and laughed. "Rosie Boffin!" Nibs shrieked. He bonked his head against Nick's – they whined and rubbed their heads. From a far corner of the hole, their mother Lily shouted for them to be quiet. She was ignored.

"Come on," said Jolly. "Didn't you talk to anyone?"

"She made eyes at Sam Gamgee," her father reported.

Now they were silent. Nick actually sat up.

"Sam Gamgee?"

Her brothers tried to hide their laughter. Nick was the least successful, but Tom was the most, merely covering his twitching lips. Rosie's face became hot. Jolly laughed, "She's blushing! She's embarrassed!" which of course made Rosie giggle and cover her face. Nick and Nibs began jumping on the couch again, and Jolly began jumping around the living room. They all sang:

"Rosie loves Saaaam! Rosie loves Saaaam!"

"Rosie Gamgee! Rosie Gamgee!"

"He's a decent one," Tom said, still trying not to laugh.

Rosie tried to deny it, but her brothers were insistent on the point. She went to bed when they started planning her wedding.

Her wedding...She had always wanted a spring wedding, so there would be as many flowers in bloom as possible. The air would already be perfumed.

She sat up. Flowers made the air smell wonderful. Just like Sam did. Sam smelled the way he did because he was a gardener, working with flowers. She grinned. She wouldn't be marrying any old farmer. She would be marrying one Samwise Gamgee, gardener of Bag End, who smelled nice after work when all the other women had to deal with sweaty, stanking husbands.

If she got him to just look at her every once in a while.

She lay back down in bed. "Rosie Gamgee," she said. It had a nice ring to it.

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