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priscaTitle: Colourful flowers
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Cotton
Prompts: flowers (FFFC) and royal Rumble: Sam Gamgee (LoM)
Word Count: 281
Finished: 04.09.2020
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Sam did wake up in the early morning; warm sunlight was coming through the window, and he could smell recently mowed grass. A fantastic day was lying ahead of him.
He would plant some new fruit trees in the orchard behind the house, and the apples and plums were waiting to get harvested. At lunch break, Rosie and the children would join him. She would make floral wreaths for the girls, while he would play hide and seek with them. Later, when there were tired, they all would sit down on the meadow, have a little picnic, and he would tell them stories about long-gone times.
Frodo sailed into the West about ten years ago, before they were born. Sam felt sorry that they would never get the chance to get to know him; Frodo would have been a great uncle. But at least he could tell them about happy and lighthearted summerdays, he had spent together with Frodo in the Shire. Singing and dancing at endless parties, strolling through the woods, or sometimes in silence at the lake, where Sam fished, and Frodo did read passages from his favorite books to him.
He stepped closer to the window and took in the smell of flowers, which were fully bloomed right now. Frodo had loved flowers, too. Sam sighed. His life was great, but oh, how much he missed these times,
„Maybe we can pick up some garden cosmos' and poppies today,“ Rosie's voice tore him out of his thoughts. „And place them on the mantlepiece in front of Frodo's and Bilbo's portraits.“
He turned around to her, smiling again. She always seemed to know what he was thinking. „That's a great idea,“ he said.
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Cotton
Prompts: flowers (FFFC) and royal Rumble: Sam Gamgee (LoM)
Word Count: 281
Finished: 04.09.2020
:::
Sam did wake up in the early morning; warm sunlight was coming through the window, and he could smell recently mowed grass. A fantastic day was lying ahead of him.
He would plant some new fruit trees in the orchard behind the house, and the apples and plums were waiting to get harvested. At lunch break, Rosie and the children would join him. She would make floral wreaths for the girls, while he would play hide and seek with them. Later, when there were tired, they all would sit down on the meadow, have a little picnic, and he would tell them stories about long-gone times.
Frodo sailed into the West about ten years ago, before they were born. Sam felt sorry that they would never get the chance to get to know him; Frodo would have been a great uncle. But at least he could tell them about happy and lighthearted summerdays, he had spent together with Frodo in the Shire. Singing and dancing at endless parties, strolling through the woods, or sometimes in silence at the lake, where Sam fished, and Frodo did read passages from his favorite books to him.
He stepped closer to the window and took in the smell of flowers, which were fully bloomed right now. Frodo had loved flowers, too. Sam sighed. His life was great, but oh, how much he missed these times,
„Maybe we can pick up some garden cosmos' and poppies today,“ Rosie's voice tore him out of his thoughts. „And place them on the mantlepiece in front of Frodo's and Bilbo's portraits.“
He turned around to her, smiling again. She always seemed to know what he was thinking. „That's a great idea,“ he said.