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priscaTitle: Sunshine in the air
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Frodo Baggins
Prompts: royal rumble (LoM), Sunshine (FFFC)
Word Count: 278
Finished: 15.08.2020
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Sam pulled his thick coat closer around his shoulders, but it didn't help much. The damp grey surrounding seemed to swallow up every light and warmth. Tired, he rested his head against the rock behind him and closed his eyes. Allowed himself to drift away for some moments.
Back to the Shire. Everything was bathed in bright light: green meadows and colorful flowers. Children were playing in the lake. Neighbors met outside on a bench to enjoy the last sunbeams of the day; chatting and smoking. Rosie, a bunch of flowers in her arms she had just picked up, smiling at him. The evening sun was sparkling in her hair.
„Sam?!“ Suddenly Frodo's voice reached his ear, tore him out of his dreams. Feeling guilty, Sam blushed slightly. „Master Frodo. Just give me a moment; I will light a fire and take care of your meal.“
„It's okay, Sam,“ the other hobbit reassured him. „What were you thinking about? You were smiling.“
„Summer at the Shire. Sunshine. Warmth. Friends. I wish I could be there right now, even if it is only for a fleetingly moment.“
Looking sad, Frodo put his hand onto his shoulder. „I'm so sorry, Sam, that I dragged you into all this. You shouldn't be here.“
Sam kept quiet for a while; then he shook his head. „But the Shire wouldn't be the same without you, Master Frodo. You had to leave, because the ring is your fate, and it is my fate to help you with all my strength. We will go this way up to its end, and if we are lucky, we can go home then. Together.“
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Frodo Baggins
Prompts: royal rumble (LoM), Sunshine (FFFC)
Word Count: 278
Finished: 15.08.2020
:::
Sam pulled his thick coat closer around his shoulders, but it didn't help much. The damp grey surrounding seemed to swallow up every light and warmth. Tired, he rested his head against the rock behind him and closed his eyes. Allowed himself to drift away for some moments.
Back to the Shire. Everything was bathed in bright light: green meadows and colorful flowers. Children were playing in the lake. Neighbors met outside on a bench to enjoy the last sunbeams of the day; chatting and smoking. Rosie, a bunch of flowers in her arms she had just picked up, smiling at him. The evening sun was sparkling in her hair.
„Sam?!“ Suddenly Frodo's voice reached his ear, tore him out of his dreams. Feeling guilty, Sam blushed slightly. „Master Frodo. Just give me a moment; I will light a fire and take care of your meal.“
„It's okay, Sam,“ the other hobbit reassured him. „What were you thinking about? You were smiling.“
„Summer at the Shire. Sunshine. Warmth. Friends. I wish I could be there right now, even if it is only for a fleetingly moment.“
Looking sad, Frodo put his hand onto his shoulder. „I'm so sorry, Sam, that I dragged you into all this. You shouldn't be here.“
Sam kept quiet for a while; then he shook his head. „But the Shire wouldn't be the same without you, Master Frodo. You had to leave, because the ring is your fate, and it is my fate to help you with all my strength. We will go this way up to its end, and if we are lucky, we can go home then. Together.“