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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Memories of long gone times
Character: Samwise Gamgee, mention of Frodo Beutlin
Word Count: 266
Prompt: remember (fffc) - dark thoughts (creative challenges)
Finished: 13.11.2022
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Sam closed his eyes, feeling the last warm sunbeams of this year's autumn on his face. It had been a wonderful day, like back then. Over ten years were gone since he had to say goodbye to Frodo at the Grey Havens. And even if his life was quiet and peaceful, sometimes his thoughts wandered back to this day, and it still hurt. He missed Frodo, the evenings they had spent here, at the old bench in front of Bags End. They hadn't talked much, but the bond between them, built on their dangerous way to Mordor, had been so close that words weren't necessary.
Sam could read Frodo like an open book. He knew that the hobbit was still suffering, and he tried all to help him, but obviously, it hadn't been enough. One day Frodo had decided to leave the Shire, to leave him behind, to sail into the West. And even if Sam tried to convince himself that this was best this way, deep inside, he had never stopped wondering if maybe it was his fault. Maybe he just hadn't been strong enough to help Frodo. Maybe there had been a way to help him get better, but he had been too blind to see it. Maybe Frodo had to leave friends and homeland behind only because he had failed.
„Daddy?“ Elenor's voice tore him out of his dark thoughts. „Are you crying?“
„No, I just got something in my eyes.“ Sam smiled at his little daughter. „What do you think? Shall we pick some flowers for your mom?“
Character: Samwise Gamgee, mention of Frodo Beutlin
Word Count: 266
Prompt: remember (fffc) - dark thoughts (creative challenges)
Finished: 13.11.2022
:::
Sam closed his eyes, feeling the last warm sunbeams of this year's autumn on his face. It had been a wonderful day, like back then. Over ten years were gone since he had to say goodbye to Frodo at the Grey Havens. And even if his life was quiet and peaceful, sometimes his thoughts wandered back to this day, and it still hurt. He missed Frodo, the evenings they had spent here, at the old bench in front of Bags End. They hadn't talked much, but the bond between them, built on their dangerous way to Mordor, had been so close that words weren't necessary.
Sam could read Frodo like an open book. He knew that the hobbit was still suffering, and he tried all to help him, but obviously, it hadn't been enough. One day Frodo had decided to leave the Shire, to leave him behind, to sail into the West. And even if Sam tried to convince himself that this was best this way, deep inside, he had never stopped wondering if maybe it was his fault. Maybe he just hadn't been strong enough to help Frodo. Maybe there had been a way to help him get better, but he had been too blind to see it. Maybe Frodo had to leave friends and homeland behind only because he had failed.
„Daddy?“ Elenor's voice tore him out of his dark thoughts. „Are you crying?“
„No, I just got something in my eyes.“ Sam smiled at his little daughter. „What do you think? Shall we pick some flowers for your mom?“