#10 Earth
Pressing another seed into the newly dug soil with earth stained fingers Sam smiled in contentment and looked over at the tall slender figure tending the roses in the next bed. There was nothing better than a spot of gardening to make you feel better and to do so in the company of a woodland prince was the stuff dreams were made of.
Straightening his back with a small groan he stood back, contemplated the area they had so far cleared and groaned again. When Legolas had asked if he would like to help with restoring what used to be Finduilas' garden as a wedding gift for Strider and the Lady Arwen he had initially baulked at the idea, wondering how he, a mere hobbit could possibly hope to offer any assistance to an elf as tuned to nature as the prince. His misgivings had, however, been swept aside in easy camaraderie and toil as they worked together, sharing their knowledge and expertise, if not exactly equally, then enough to assure Sam of his worth.
Picking up the small, wooden bucket at his feet he began to gently trickle water over the freshly planted seeds and smiled to himself as a soft, sweet song lifted into the air. When finally it was finished he was certain this would be the finest garden in all of Arda. Outside of his own in The Shire of course. That went without saying.