Once Upon A Time: Season 1

by Jessie Brown 4

Once upon a time, an evil queen sent every storybook character you've ever known to our world. But no one could've ever imagined how powerful the curse could be. No one realizes how big Story Brook is. And no one knows what to make of it either. Join Emma, as she meets these characters, and help them find their place in this new world. Also a crossover with Frozen, and Tangled.

13. Chapter 13

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters you are about to meet. And I do not own Once Upon a Time

This is a crossover of Once Upon a Time, Lord of the Rings, Frozen, Tangled, and Beauty and the Beast.

Author's note: If you have never seen Once Upon a Time prepare to be confused. If you are a Once Upon A Time fan, prepare to be confused.

Previously on Once Upon a Time:

Frodo, Emma, Anna, Ruby, and Belle have started the hunt for Elsa. Belle must travel with them to be safe from Regina's vengeance on Mr. Gold.

Samwise Gamgee has found his wife and child. They are living at the cursed Bag End with the Charming's and their Grandson, Henry.

Though Eugene is lying in a hospital bed, in a coma, Rapunzel has yet to find him.

Episode 13

Hero

Before the Curse

It had been a long, and complicated day of traveling for Frodo and Sam. Gollum seemed used to the running around, using his cunning to avoid orcs. The day seemed to lag on for far too long. They had hoped to go through the Black Gate, but Gollum had insisted they go a different direction. Sam was frustrated and relieved when they decided to follow Gollum. Sam wanted to be rid of the Ring, but at the same time, he didn't trust Gollum. He had also led them into a nasty bog, known as the Dead Marshes. Gollum had warned them to not follow any of the lights. But then Frodo, either had been hypnotized by the light, or his curiosity got the better of him (again), had fallen into the water.

To make matters worse, Frodo seemed to close himself off from Sam. He only opened to him to let him know the Ring was getting heavy. As the Ring sensed its own demise drawing near, seemed to attack Frodo…internally, as the hobbit would often stop to catch his breath, clutching at his heart.

Before long, Sam insisted that they rest. Frodo sat down by a rock and looked up at the sky. From a distance, Sam could see the large mountain, glowing slightly with fire. It seemed pretty and gentle from a distance…but he didn't want to imagine the terrors when they got closer. He also wondered about their supply of food…would they have enough for the journey home…?

As the evening drew near, Sam's stomach began to growl. He felt more hungry than he was used to. He began to imagine in his mind a supper, or breakfast…perhaps even a second breakfast… His parents had taught him and his sisters, May and Marigold, to cook. Sam snapped his fingers as an idea struck him. He turned to Gollum, who had begun to sneak off on his own into a fern.

"Hi! Gollum!" Sam called out. "Where are you going? Hunting? Well, see here, old noser, you don't like our food, and I'd be sorry for a change myself. Your new motto's 'Always Ready to Help'. Could you find anything fit for a hungry hobbit?"

"Yes…perhaps, yesssss…" Gollum said, slowly turning to Sam. "Sméagol always helps, if they asks…if they asks nicely…"

"Right!" Sam agreed. "I does ask. And if that isn't nice enough, I begs!" Sam tried to be patient with Gollum. Whenever he and the old creature began to bicker, Frodo would interfere like a troubled parent- and Sam and Gollum were the siblings that could never get along. Sam tried his best to keep the contention down, not wanting Frodo to have to worry about anything else.

Gollum ran off. He was away for some time. Frodo took a few bites of lembas bread and drifted off to sleep. Sam was grateful when Frodo slept. All cares and worries would leave his face. Sam sighed and remembered how much he loved him…and his sisters. He, May, and Marigold had always looked up to him, as an older brother. He was close to Halfred's and Hamson's age, and he would spend a lot of time with them. Daisy was… well…usually off doing her own thing.

As Sam thought of fond, childhood memories, Gollum had returned to their camp. He dropped two rabbits on the ground. He picked one up and presented it to the sleeping Frodo. The hobbit was too deep asleep to care about the rabbits.

"See what Sméagol finds?" The creature laughed, quite proud of himself. "Sméagol always helps. He has brought rabbits, nice rabbits. But master has gone to sleep, and perhaps Sam wants to sleep. Doesn't want rabbits now? Sméagol tries to help, but he can't catch things all in a minute."

"I have no objection to rabbit… and they're hard to catch." Sam said, approaching Gollum. Sam new exactly how to cook rabbits. May had told him he was the best cook out of all the Gamgee siblings- which only made him blush. Still, he enjoyed cooking as much as he enjoyed gardening.

Sam reached into his pack, pulling out some cooking supplies he had brought. He began to dress the rabbits. He decided he wasn't going to leave Frodo alone while he was asleep and turned to Gollum.

"Now Gollum," He said. "I've got another job for you. Go and fill these pans with water, and bring'em back."

"Sméagol will fetch water, yes." Gollum said, taking the pans and looking at them curiously. "But what does the hobbit want all that water for? He has drunk, and he has washed…"

"Never you mind." Sam replied. "If you can't guess, you'll soon find out. And the sooner you fetch water, the sooner you'll learn." Gollum began to run off again. Sam called after him. "Don't you damage one of my pans, or I'll carve you into mincemeat."

Sam glanced over again at Frodo. This time, he noticed how thin Frodo had become on the journey. He knew it wasn't right for a hobbit…his appetite also seemed to be off. Sam shook his head. His parents would both have a thing or two to say about it. Frodo was on the slim side when he was young, and Sam's mother would have him sit and eat whenever he came to visit. Sam walked around the campsite, gathering dried ferns, and old twigs. He piled them nicely, and began to make a fire.

Gollum returned with the pans, full of water. He set them down and turned to Sam. He gave a hissing shriek, and looked at him in fear, anger, and disapproval.

"Ach! Ssssssss…NO!" He cried. "No! Silly hobbits! Foolish-yes! Foolish! They mustn't do it!"

"Mustn't do what?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Not make nasty red tongues!" Gollum hissed. "Fire! Fire! It's dangerous and burns us! And kills! Yesss… and it will bring enemies…yes…"

"I don't think so." Sam replied calmly. "I think we'll be fine, and if it does, it does. I'm risking it. I'm going to stew these coneys. And maybe our enemies will want to share a meal."

"Stew the rabbits?!" Gollum cried in dismay. "Stupid, fat, hobbit! Spoil beautiful meat Sméagol finds for you? Poor, hungry, Sméagol! What for? What for? Silly hobbit! They are young, they are tender, they are nice! Eat them! Eat them!" He picked up one of the rabbits, already skinned, and held it to Sam.

"Now, now," Sam said, taking the rabbit and placing it back on the ground. "Each to his own fashion. Our bread chokes you, and raw coney chokes me. You don't have to watch me cook. You can go and catch more coneys and eat them raw, if you want. Then you won't see the fire, and we'll both be happy."

Gollum still grumbled, but didn't argue further.

"Hm…" Sam mused. "Gollum, third time pays for all. I want some herbs!" Gollum gave him a queer look, judging him with his large eyes. "A few bay leaves, some thyme, and sage. Those will do- before the water boils."

"No!" Gollum spat. "Sméagol is not pleased. And Sméagol doesn't like smelly leaves. He doesn't eat grass or roots, no precious, not till he's starving or very sick, poor Sméagol."

"Sméagol will get into true hot water." Sam mocked. "When this water boils, if he don't do what he's asked. Sam'll put his head in it, yes precious. And I'd make him look for turnips and carrots, and taters too, if it was the time o' year. I'd give a lot for half a dozen taters…" He finished the last sentence to himself, dreamily.

"Sméagol won't go! Oh no, precious, not this time!" Gollum hissed again. "He's frightened, and he's very tired, and this hobbit's not nice, not nice at all! Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and…taters…what's taters precious? What's taters, eh?"

"PO-TA-TOES!" Sam snapped. "Boil'em, mash'em, stick'em in a stew! The Gaffer's delight… But I don't expect you'll find anything except the herbs. I'd like to cook you some taters…lovely golden chips with a side of fried fish, served by S. Gamgee."

Gollum spat in disgust.

"Even you couldn't say no to that!" Sam finished, looking at Gollum in disapproval.

"Oh yes we could!" Gollum growled. "Spoiling nice fish!" He leaned in closer to Sam. "Give me fish raw, and wrrrrrrriggling!" He closed his eyes in delight, imagining a nice, slimy fish to bite into. Then he opened his eyes again and backed away. "You keep nasty chips!" He scoffed.

"You're hopeless." Sam said.

Story Brook

Sam's eyes were urged open by the warm sunlight. He found himself back in bed, still living in the cursed Bag End. Next to him, Rosie was still sleeping quietly, her golden hair spread nicely out on the gray-blue pillow. Sam sat up slowly. Today seemed to promise a headache. Frodo was gone, but Sam was grateful that Emma was with him. Sam was also glad they had Belle with them too. She was sweet and lovely. Sam could tell Frodo liked her, though he never said anything about it to Sam. He could read his friend's face like a book. Frodo was never good at hiding his emotions. It was his eyes; they were so large and always had some emotion in them. Even if Frodo could appear uncaring and stone-faced, his eyes would always betray him. Sam hoped that maybe…maybe Belle could fall for those eyes…

Sam shook his head, reminding himself that he couldn't control everything. As much as he wanted everyone to have their own happiness, he couldn't just throw it on them.

Rosie stirred and opened her eyes, looking over at her husband. "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?"

"I did…" Sam sighed. He lay back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

"Is there something on your mind?" Rosie asked.

"A few things." Sam admitted.

"Are you worried about Mr. Frodo?"

"Of course," Sam replied. "He may be brave, and noble, but he is clumsy…and curious."

Rosie laughed softly. "Not as much as our other Frodo." She of course, was referring to their son.

"That he is, and only being two…" Sam agreed. "But I remember when we were traveling, Mr. Frodo fell into a bog. I'm not sure if he'd been hypnotized or if he was being curious…more likely the second. Anyway, I remember after that, I cooked a nice meal out o' some coneys. The creature, Gollum, wouldn't fetch any herbs, and he didn't know what taters were- poor creature." Sam laughed. "And he went and tried talkin' to Mr. Frodo while he was sleeping. Silly beast."

Rosie smiled.

"But when Frodo woke up from his rest, his face was priceless. He seemed so thankful for what little food I could cook. He told me I should've been resting. But he was still thankful. I was glad to help the best I could. And I didn't want to doze off in such a dangerous place…and I didn't like Gollum. Didn't trust him. I called him Stinker and Slinker. He was a nasty old man, if you ask me… Oh…Sorry dear, I went off again."

"No," Rosie giggled, cuddling closer to him. "I love your stories. I could listen to them every day!"

Sam smiled, feeling his face becoming warm.

"Sam…" Rosie whispered. "There's something…" She hesitated and got out of bed. She walked over to the window and looked out into the woods in the back yard. She sighed.

Sam quickly pulled the covers away and walked over to his wife. "Rosie? Is everything all right?"

Rosie turned back to her husband. "I hope things will be…" Her eyes seemed uncertain and confused.

"Rosie, you know you can tell me." Sam insisted. "Is it something you did during the curse? I mean, we were cursed after all and didn't remember our pasts..."

"Oh no! It's not that." Rosie reassured him. "It's just…well, I'm…I'm pregnant again…with your third child."

Sam stared in shock for a moment. His smile grew slowly, and he embraced his wife. "That's good news!" He laughed. "I like the idea of my family gettin' bigger!"

"I'm glad you're happy…" Rosie said, giving him half a smile. "But…is it right to bring our new baby into…this world…a world that we aren't familiar with?"

"Hm…" Sam thought for a minute. "It's not like The Shire at all, is it?"

Rosie's eyes began to fill with tears. "I miss it…" She cried. "I miss the rolling hills…the gardens…the parties. I miss my brothers, especially Tom…and I miss your sisters…I miss the way your brothers and Mr. Frodo would play with us in the leaves during the fall… I miss all of it." Sam embraced her and allowed her to cry into his chest. Sam gently rubbed her back, attempting to sooth her.

"Don't you be worryin', now." Sam said softly. "I will find a way to get us back home, I promise."

Before the Curse

"I wonder if we'll be put into any songs or tales." Sam suddenly wondered aloud, as he and Frodo continued to walk through the wilderness, nearing Mordor. Sam was surprised to see a little ray of light that day. He supposed the sun had been putting him in a good mood.

"What?" Frodo turned to him, having just barely heard Sam almost whisper his comment.

"Oh, I mean…what if one day hobbits will say things like… 'Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring!' 'Oh yes, it's my favorite of stories!' 'Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he Dad?' 'Yes, my boy! The most famous of hobbits!' And that's saying a lot!"

Frodo laughed. It was a laugh Sam hadn't heard for a long time. It was loud, and deep from the heart…like he meant it.

"You left out one of the chief characters!" Frodo said, after recovering. "Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam." He paused and lowered his voice. "Frodo wouldn't have gotten far without Sam."

Sam could feel the heat on his cheeks. "Now Mr. Frodo! You shouldn't make fun, I was being serious!"

"So was I." Frodo turned to Sam, giving him a soft smile. Sam could see the look in his eyes; large and blue, and telling all he was feeling. Frodo was being sincere. The hobbit turned and continued walking.

"Samwise the Brave." Sam said happily, following Frodo, not seeing his smile grow wider.

Story Brook

Sam was determined to keep his promise but was unsure where to start. He left the house to find time for himself to think. He walked quite a distance and found himself at Granny's Diner. Shrugging, he walked inside and sat at the bar.

"Are you doing all right, honey?" Granny asked him, handing him a menu.

"Um…yeah…" Sam replied, skimming over the menu. "How much do you know about magic?" Sam asked curiously.

"Huh…magic?" Granny huffed. "I wouldn't call myself a magic expert. But if you need information about werewolves, ask me anything."

"Yes ma'am." Was all Sam could say.

"Why do you ask, anyways?" Granny asked.

"Well…" Sam hesitated. "I was talking with my wife this morning…and let's just say this world isn't really fit for any hobbit… but she misses her old home as much as anyone here…and she's expecting our third child…we would like to get back home before he- or she- comes around."

"Oh, I see." Granny nodded.

"I'd do anythin' to get back to the Shire." Sam sighed as David came and sat beside him.

"Let me guess, another order of donuts?" Granny asked.

"Yep, I'm also hoping to take a coffee break." David replied. "Sam, how do you take your coffee?"

"Oh, you don't have to be doin' that for me!" Sam blushed.

"I insist. My treat!" After David had ordered their coffee, he turned back to Sam. "Congrats on the new baby." He lowered his voice. "So, I heard you saying you wanted to get back to your old world."

"Yes." Sam nodded.

"Why don't you meet me on the highway, and we'll talk in private about it later." He said.

"You have a plan?" Sam asked.

"I'm surprised Frodo hasn't told you…must have slipped his mind when he was running for mayor. But yes, we have a plan."

Before the Curse

Sam couldn't believe this was happening. How could he let this happen? One moment, Sam was attacked by Gollum while Frodo was being attacked by a spider, now here he was, stalking orcs, determined to get his friend back. Sam had managed to fight off the spider- larger than a horse, but he still did it! He thought Frodo had been killed by the poison, only to find out he was wrong. The orcs talked about the poison, unknowingly informing him that Frodo had only gone into sleep. Sam was not willing to let the orcs carry his friend off. He quietly followed them. To insure safety, he placed the Ring on his finger. The world around him seemed to change…it seemed more dark and shadowy. Nothing felt real…he felt light, as though he wasn't really walking on the ground…just inches above it. He didn't like it.

He paused in his chase…thoughts clouding his mind. He could do wonderful things with this ring…he thought he could turn the world into a giant garden…and rule over it…The Mighty Samwise the Brave… He and his people would be all living a hobbit's life…smoking pipe weed…enjoying their flowers and their gardens…they'd all have food to eat, especially taters…lovely golden chips…

Sam shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about food! He had to save his friend. That was more important.

Taters… His stomach said.

No! Not now! Sam scolded himself. He rushed off to catch up to the orcs. He had fallen quite behind, and even felt as though he'd gotten lost.

Oh no, now what do I do? Sam thought.

Cook some taters. His stomach replied.

"What is it with me and taters today?" He wondered aloud.

Suddenly, the Ring's inscription began to glow. As though sensing what Sam desired, a dim light shone in the direction where the orcs had gone. Sam quickly followed the light. He came across a tower that seemed unoccupied. He looked around in dismay, seeing orcs lying dead all around him. It appeared they had been quarreling amongst themselves. Sam took off the ring and put it in his pocket.

"My old Gaffer would have a thing or two to say about this." Sam mused. His hands were shaking, but he pressed on. He made his way towards the tall tower. Frodo just had to be there. Everything around him was gray. The ground beneath him, the walls, the wood…the only color that made the place more alive was the red torches hanging on the walls.

Sam entered the large tower and started walking up the stairs. He could hear voices ahead. They seemed…frightened. Sam stared ahead in confusion and realized it was his shadow on the wall that was scaring the orcs. Sam let out a howl, frightening the orcs even more. He climbed the stairs and revealed himself. The orcs looked at him and each other in confusion. One of them took off up the stairs.

Sam charged at the orcs without hesitation. As he slayed the first orc, he cried out; "That's for Frodo!" He sliced at the second orc. "That's for the Shire!" The third orc charged at him. Sam dodged the orc's blade and pushed him off the stairs. "And that's for my old Gaffer!" He yelled before heading up the stairs again. It took Sam a moment to find the ladder, leading up to a secret room. He could hear a gruff voice, and someone crying out in pain. Sam's anger seemed to rise as he climbed the ladder. To his horror, he saw his friend, half-naked, hands bound, and beaten. Frodo was lying on the floor, holding his arms over his head. The orc stood above him, having whipped him a few times. The creature pulled out his sword.

"I'm gonna bleed you, like a stuck pig!" He growled.

Sam lunged forward and struck the orc with Sting into his back. The orc hacked in surprise.

"Not if I stick you first!" Sam said.

"Sam!" Frodo cried out. After Sam had pulled out the sword, he ran to Frodo's side. The hobbit was weak, and his back was bleeding.

"Mr. Frodo," Sam said softly.

"I'm sorry Sam," Frodo cried. "I'm so sorry about everything."

Sam stared at him in confusion. He didn't see any need for Frodo to apologize…unless he felt like a burden, having need to be rescued.

"It's all right, Mr. Frodo." Sam said as he untied Frodo's hands.

"No, it's not." Frodo stood and began to pace around the small room. "It's gone…they took it…they took the Ring!"

"Oh…" Sam's cheeks turned red as he replied calmly. "Begging your pardon, but they haven't…" He held out the Ring in his palm, the chain hanging off from his hand. Frodo stared at him in surprise.

"I thought I lost you…so I took it." He admitted. "It was only for safe keeping…I thought if you had gone and left me, then I could finish the task…"

Frodo seemed grateful, but there was a concerned flicker in his eyes. He held out his hand and took a step toward Sam. "Give it to me, Sam."

Sam froze at the command and looked at Frodo in confusion.

"Give me the Ring, Sam." Frodo repeated. Sam started to feel afraid. Frodo's voice sounded far away, and he felt reluctant to give the Ring back to Frodo. He looked at him in defiance and began to withdraw his hand.

"Sam," Frodo repeated more sternly. "Give me the Ring."

Sam was able to come to his senses. He stepped forward and held out the Ring, his hand shaking. He never realized how painful it was to resist the Ring. Frodo relieved him of the pain by snatching it out of his hand and putting the chain around his own neck.

"You must understand, Sam." Frodo explained. "The Ring is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam."

Sam nodded in understanding, cheeks still red. There was a moment of silence, as Frodo regathered his bearings.

Sam cleared his throat. "We better get you some clothes Mr. Frodo. You don't want to be walkin' into Mordor in nothin' but your skin."

Story Brook

Sam waited on the highway. He was surrounded by trees and snow. He wondered what the place would look like during the spring, and if he could plant a garden here.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw David walking up the road.

"So," David said. "You were a gardener, right?"

"Yes," Sam replied. "In the Shire, and during the curse."

"Perfect." David smiled. "Have you ever dealt with plants that were burned?"

"No," Sam admitted. "Why?"

David looked around and gestured for Sam to follow. There was a large field of snow. As Sam followed David, the scene suddenly changed. He spotted a few rows of burnt, and frozen bean stocks. A group of dwarves were working long and hard to recover the poor plants. Sam rushed over to one in dismay and gently caressed a half-burned leaf.

"What happened here?" He asked David.

"Well, we were trying to plant magic beans." David explained. "Unfortunately, someone found out and burned all of them…but missed a few spots. Then when this whole ice thing started, some of them froze. We're doing everything we can to restore them. I was hoping a plant expert could help."

"Well…" Sam hesitated. "Plants catch fire easily… but anything that burns can be restored… plants and trees always grow back. Life finds a way… but it's hard in this weather."

"Do you have any suggestions?" David asked.

"I'm not sure…" Sam said. "I'd have to think it over… Maybe…" He turned back to David. "I have to get something, and I'll think about your offer." Sam quickly took off through the barrier. He ran until he returned to the cursed Bag End. He searched through all his belongings, until he found a small box, marked with an elvish letter.

Before the Curse

Sam's breathing had become shallow, as a mixture of heat and cold seemed to weigh down on him. His lips were dry from dehydration, and every part of him felt dirty. He couldn't remember the last time he had fully cleaned himself. His knee gave out and he collapsed on the rocks. Frodo had also fallen to the ground. Sam looked over at his dear friend. Frodo's eyes looked up at the mountain in dismay, but then they seemed to change to determination. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the dirt, pulling himself forward. He slowly crawled a few feet, the Ring weighed him down, inch by inch, until it seemed to be pulling his neck to the ground. Frodo resisted the weight, his whole body shaking. He collapsed suddenly, face down into the dirt. He took a deep breath in defeat.

After Sam's brief rest, he crawled over to Frodo and pulled him close, allowing his head to rest in his lap. He remembered when he and his sisters would spend a night or two at Bag End, for a sleep over. Bilbo would let the fireplace burn for a while in the sitting room, so Marigold wouldn't be afraid of the dark. Sam had later awoken from a nightmare. May was brave enough to venture the house to find Bilbo but returned with Frodo instead. The patient hobbit held the young Sam in his arms until he was calm. Then he stayed in the sitting room for the rest of the night so the three faunts would feel safe. The memory came back as Sam held Frodo, but still felt his heart sinking. Despite all his efforts, there was no comfort for Frodo…

"Do you remember the Shire?" Sam asked, hoping he could bring some hope back. "It'll be spring soon…and the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket…and we'd be eatin' strawberries with cream…do you remember the taste of strawberries?"

"Sam…" Frodo winced. "I can't recall the taste of food…nor the sound of water… There's nothing…no veil…between me, and the way of fire… I can see him…with my waking eyes…" He cried out. Though he was looking directly at Sam, the younger hobbit could tell he wasn't really seeing him.

"Then let us be rid of it!" Sam growled. "Let's put an end to this! C'mon Mr. Frodo!" Sam had enough of this suffering. He couldn't stand for it any longer. It pained him there was nothing he could do to help his friend. Finding new strength, he declared; "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you!" He stood, lifting Frodo onto his shoulders, and continued walking up the mountain. "Just tell your Sam where to go, and he'll go!" He kept walking, determined not to let anything stop him- not even his growling stomach, or his muscles, screaming in protest. There was a fire burning in his eyes, a determination that would have shaken even the meanest of orcs. Anyone who would've have thought hobbits weren't frightening, would have taken back their words.

Sam wouldn't give up. He would see that the Ring would be destroyed. He was there to help, and help he would do.

Story Brook

The weather was still freezing while the dwarves continued to work, taking a coffee break and a donut break when needed. David also continued to work along side them, helping the plants recover from the burns and the ice. Magic beans were not easy to take care of.

Mary Margaret stepped through the barrier, carrying foam bowls of chili. To David's surprise, Sam was following her.

"So, you decided to join us!" He cheered, walking over to help Snow with the bowls.

"Yep." Sam replied. "I'm here to help."

"Well then, let's eat and get him a pickaxe." Leroy grumbled.

The dwarves, the Charmings, and Sam all sat and ate their lunch. After, the dwarves presented Sam with an axe.

"Here you go, give it a minute to give you a name." Leroy said.

"A name?" Sam asked. He looked down, and to his surprise, words began to form.

Hungry

"Well, it wouldn't be lying." Sam chuckled.

"The ax never lies-" Happy began.

"Wait! It's changing…" Leroy stopped him.

Bravey

"Look what my journey to Mordor has turned me into!" Sam joked, making the dwarves laugh. But then the ax changed again.

Friend

Then again.

Helper

Then once more.

Hero

The words sunk into the wood and stayed in place, making his name official.

"The ax never lies, Hero." Leroy nodded to him. The dwarves disbanded and went back to work. Sam's cheeks felt warm with embarrassment and happiness. He wasn't sure why the ax would choose such a name for him. He never tried to be a hero…he only wanted to help…however he could. He thought of what Frodo would say. He would remind him of everything he'd done. Or he'd tell him not to worry about it and be glad he was bestowed with such a nice name.

Sam walked over to the bean-stocks. He gently touched a burnt leaf, caressing it. He was sad to see these plants in such a state. He took a deep breath and pulled out the box that was given to him long ago. Filled with a little left-over elven soil. He bent to the ground, happy to be working with the earth again. He began to work his magic.

Heyo! Finally, a few chapter! Again, another filler episode, but it's about Samwise Gamgee! Who wouldn't like that? I decided it's Sam appreciation time! I noticed in the books, Sam can be kind of sassy sometimes. Samwise, please with the sass!

Next, plot 'A' should be getting to roll again. If that sentence makes sense. But what I mean is that we'll be back with Emma, Frodo, and those other guys! So excited about this chapter to be honest. But like I said. It's about Sam.

Leave a review! Love y'alls.

Update: Sorry for the technical difficulties. Hopefully you guys can read this clearly.