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The sun rose at a steady pace that morning. The sun brought with it a chill wind. It was not as strong as last night, but enough force to make a hobbit want to stay indoors. The flowers in the bag end garden had a lit layer of dew on them. The same goes for the grass as well. The trees were shedding the last of their leafs. Most were already bare. Winter was upon the shire.
Frodo woke up that morning with an small, but annoying headache. He was the last one to get out of bed in the house. Bilbo already had a pot of tea ready.
"Uncle, how do you always know how I'm feeling?" Frodo sat down and sipped at his tea.
"Well I did over hear last night that you were heading to the green dragon. Did you have fun?"
"I had a blast, and I did get a little drunk last night." Frodo remembered everything that happened that night. His friends, the beer, and the reason why they were celebrating. The sadness that was on Sam's face last night was something not to forget.
"Well by the looks of it you made it home in one shape." Bilbo lifted his tea cup In the air and then drank a bit of it.
"Yeah..." Frodo trailed off, taking much interest in the window over looking the front.
Thorin walked out of the pantry with two big hams. He set them on the table where Bilbo and Frodo were sitting at.
"Thorin you know that's for dinner. Pick out something else."
"Well, Frodo said last night that he wanted ham for breakfast." Thorin winked at Frodo. He winked back.
"Oh, well if Frodo says so then let me change my answer...NO."
"Come on Bilbo, please!"
"Put them back Thorin." Bilbo said through clenched teeth.
"Ugh fine. I never win." He sank his head as he walked back into the pantry. He came out with a bowl of fruit. "I want meat" he murmured.
The hobbits ate the fruit consistently and Thorin had an apple. Bilbo saw Sam walk pass the window outside. "I have to tell Sam something real quick, excuse me." He pushed in his seat and walked out the door.
"Thorin, whats been eating at Bilbo? He has been snapping at you a lot lately."
"Well Frodo, we are getting old and tired. It must be hard for Bilbo having to keep his spirits up when he has a lot to think about. But hes not going to die anytime soon. That's a long time from now" Thorin nibbled at the left over remains of his apple.
"Do you feel that way uncle?"
"What, me?! Never, I will always have my spirits high."
"You are pretty cocky."
Thorin raised his fist in the air playfully. Frodo played along. He ducked under his cup. Then Bilbo walked in.
"Thorin! Leave Frodo alone. Frodo, Sam wants to see you."
"Oh ok uncle." He slipped pass Bilbo and closed the door behind him.
"Frodo asked"
"So soon...Lets not tell him yet."
"But hes are nephew we have to!" Thorin said a bit louder then he should.
"Keep your voice down. Not yet. Hes not ready, hes been through to much. Wait until hes back to being happy."
Outside,Sam was clipping at a hedge. A piece he clipped off just now, fell into his hair. He looked over to Frodo and swung the hedge clippers over his shoulder."Sorry to bother you this morning.I just want to say thank you, from last night. What you said made me think, and I should go congratulate Rosie on the baby in person.
"That's great Sam, really!" Frodo could still see the dark shadows of past sadness under his eyes. He kept quiet about it.
"I don't know if i could do it alone. I was wondering if you could come with me...?" Sam scratched the back of his neck and waited.
"Well...of course, why would I not. I was the one who helped you to make the decision."
"Great, when I'm done with the garden, I'll change then we can go.
Frodo walked over to Sam. He plucked the little branch that was stuck in his hair. "Maybe you should wash up too?"
"Good idea"Sam looked at the ground.
"Well the plans set then, I hope you don't have much to do."
"Not really, Bilbo told me to take care of his flower and trim the hedges."
"Goodness can uncle Bilbo read minds?" Frodo thought to himself.
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The heat of today quickly made a turn around when the afternoon began. The sun didn't seem so warm when its rays came in contact with skin. The night bugs were still hidden away. waiting for the dark to come. The flowers in the garden were still open. Sam picked up the last bits of leafs he clipped off, then headed home. Frodo heard the gate shut from the library. He knew Sam just left, so he got ready himself.
Frodo washed off all the extra ink that got on his hands. he slopped on a new outfit. same style but different look. He then proceeded to walk into the kitchen. Thorin stopped him.
"Are you going somewhere tonight?"
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"Maybe the whole night."
"Good."
"GOOD?!"
"Well, I'm making a surprise dinner for Bilbo. Sense hes been all grumpy recently, like you said."
"Oh, that is good that I'm leaving then. I don't want to interrupt that." A soft knock was on the door. "Well that's Sam, I got to go. Wishes of luck to you uncle."
"Thanks."
Frodo opened the door and Sam was waiting. "Are you ready for this Sam?"
"Honestly, Its not the up of my day."
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The hobbits found themselves in front of Rosie's door, with a problem. Sam had to knock on the door. He panicked. "I cant do this Mr Frodo, I cant. What if her husband answers the door. what if she does. What if she asks me questions from the past. What if I cant let go of her. What if I live my whole life in sadness because I cant let go of her. What if...
Frodo could not take much more of this. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and spun him around, to face him. "Sam, all I hear coming out of your mouth is what if. You will never know what if is until you do it. You cant let her be your whole world. Look at what it has done to you. You cant ever knock on her door." Frodo smiled "Once this is over, you will feel better, I promise."
"I believe you..." Sam took a deep breath and shakily knocked on the door.
"Half a minute if you will!" a light voice said behind the door. A few seconds and the door swung open. "Oh Sam, Frodo, I did not expect you guys to be here. I look like such a mess right now. Anyways, what can I do you for?"
Frodo was going to nudge Sam but Sam walked a bit closer to Rosie. He looked up at Rosie. Her face was so much brighter then Sam remembered. She had her own light coming off of her. He cleared his throat. "I heard you were having a baby. I wanted to personally say congratulations."
"What an honer. I don't need to be congratulated. Hobbit women get pregnant all the time. Nothing special really." She fingered at her apron.
"Rosie are you happy?"
She paused, and the look on her face made it seam like she had been asked to live in Mordor. "I am happy. In fact I'm ecstatic. I have never been happier!"
"Then this is special. A happy mother means a happy babe. Who could ask for nothing more then that? So yes, you deserve to be congratulated. Your going to make a wonderful mum, Rosie.
"Thank you Samwise"
"We better be leaving Rosie, and again congrats on the baby!"
"Thank you Frodo, come again soon guys. next time I'll make something delicious and I will not look so messy too." She closed the door and tip toed away.
The hobbits walked out the gate in silents. As soon as Sam closed the gate. a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He felt warm inside. He let Rosie go, and it felt good. he knew that she was going to be happy. The babe was going to be happy. Peace was going to stay at that house hold long after the baby was born. Sam felt a mixture of positive emotions. Tears pursed into his eyes. "Mr Frodo, you were right, but now I just feel a bit empty inside."
He walked over to Sam. "Now you just have to find the filling again." He wiped off a stray tear off the bottom of his cheek. "Lets get you home." They walked on.
As they were walking. Frodo could not help but fight an Urge. Sam's face had a tad bit more tears at the corners of his eyes. The red cooled down and all that remained was his nose and cheeks. Frodo could not fight it anymore. He kissed his cheek. Sam turned his head towards Frodo. "What was that for?"
"I couldn't help it. You look cute when you cry. Almost like a little one."
"Come on, I'm not that younger then you."
"For the most part yeah, but at lease the tears stopped."
"Humf" Sam tucked his hands into his pockets.
"I have seen you cry many times Sam. Its a sight for sore eyes."
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Frodo walked inside the bag end. He went to the local market to get some food for himself. So it was night time. He dropped the bags near the door. he was still shivering from the cold wind. The bag end was pretty quiet. "It looks like it did go well." he walked back over to the bags and carried them into the kitchen. Frodo placed the bags on the counter next to a plate. A note was under the plate that said: TO FRODO. "Yeah I think he can read minds."