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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: A Day of Hope
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Hüttinger
Word Count: 276
Prompt: hope / winter solstice
Rating: PG
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Sam had always loved birthdays, with cake, music, and Gandalf's fireworks. But since Frodo had left the Shire, and he knew there would be no return, things had changed. His heart was broken, and he was no longer in the mood to celebrate.
Until one day in the winter, Rosie knocked at the door of Bags End. "Today is the shortest day of the year,“ she told him. „Winter Solstice. Did you know that at the beginning of all times, the hobbits used to celebrate this day?“
Surprised, Sam looked up. „Where do you know this from?“
„Gandalf told me once. He said that it is a tradition of hope. And that we should revive it one day.“ She kept quiet for a moment. „It was a hard time for all of us, so why not start with it today?“
„A party? No, thanks. I need to finish this chapter of the book, and then I will go to sleep.“
„Not a party. No music and no fireworks.“ Rosie smiled. „Just a little celebration in honor of this special day. We will have a campfire, remember the old times and the people we have lost. Butterblum will come by with his mulled wine, and farmer Maggot has bestowed a basket with potatoes and mushrooms.“
„Frodo would have liked this,“ he murmured. „He loved baked potatoes.“
„Who knows, wherever they are now, he, and Bilbo, Gandalf, and all the elves, maybe they will celebrate this day, too. Maybe Frodo will tell stories about the Shire and you, and he will hope that everything is okay and that you can be happy again.“
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Hüttinger
Word Count: 276
Prompt: hope / winter solstice
Rating: PG
:::
Sam had always loved birthdays, with cake, music, and Gandalf's fireworks. But since Frodo had left the Shire, and he knew there would be no return, things had changed. His heart was broken, and he was no longer in the mood to celebrate.
Until one day in the winter, Rosie knocked at the door of Bags End. "Today is the shortest day of the year,“ she told him. „Winter Solstice. Did you know that at the beginning of all times, the hobbits used to celebrate this day?“
Surprised, Sam looked up. „Where do you know this from?“
„Gandalf told me once. He said that it is a tradition of hope. And that we should revive it one day.“ She kept quiet for a moment. „It was a hard time for all of us, so why not start with it today?“
„A party? No, thanks. I need to finish this chapter of the book, and then I will go to sleep.“
„Not a party. No music and no fireworks.“ Rosie smiled. „Just a little celebration in honor of this special day. We will have a campfire, remember the old times and the people we have lost. Butterblum will come by with his mulled wine, and farmer Maggot has bestowed a basket with potatoes and mushrooms.“
„Frodo would have liked this,“ he murmured. „He loved baked potatoes.“
„Who knows, wherever they are now, he, and Bilbo, Gandalf, and all the elves, maybe they will celebrate this day, too. Maybe Frodo will tell stories about the Shire and you, and he will hope that everything is okay and that you can be happy again.“