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priscaTitle: Once a week
Character: Rosie Cotton
Challenge: cleaning
Word Count: 197
Finished: 16.03.2021
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Rosie opened the door of Bag End wide to let in light and fresh air. Since Frodo and Sam were gone, this place was much too empty and quiet, but she did come here for some cleaning at least once a week. She dusted the furniture, mopped the floor tiles, even replaced the wood in the fireplace.
Later she would go into the garden. Sam's garden. She was not a gardener like he was, but she did her best, plugged the weed, cut out the fruit trees, and planted new flowers whenever the old ones were gone.
She wanted the place to look welcoming when Frodo and Sam would come back one day, not a bleak house and an overgrown garden.
One last glance around before she closed the round, green wooden door again. Her eyes fall onto the old desk under the window, and she smiled, picturing Frodo sitting there, writing something in a big red book, while Sam was in the kitchen, preparing the lunch.
This was the memory she wanted to take home with her; it would help her to forget all the dark rumors reaching the Shire lately, at least for a while.
Character: Rosie Cotton
Challenge: cleaning
Word Count: 197
Finished: 16.03.2021
:::
Rosie opened the door of Bag End wide to let in light and fresh air. Since Frodo and Sam were gone, this place was much too empty and quiet, but she did come here for some cleaning at least once a week. She dusted the furniture, mopped the floor tiles, even replaced the wood in the fireplace.
Later she would go into the garden. Sam's garden. She was not a gardener like he was, but she did her best, plugged the weed, cut out the fruit trees, and planted new flowers whenever the old ones were gone.
She wanted the place to look welcoming when Frodo and Sam would come back one day, not a bleak house and an overgrown garden.
One last glance around before she closed the round, green wooden door again. Her eyes fall onto the old desk under the window, and she smiled, picturing Frodo sitting there, writing something in a big red book, while Sam was in the kitchen, preparing the lunch.
This was the memory she wanted to take home with her; it would help her to forget all the dark rumors reaching the Shire lately, at least for a while.