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priscaTitle: Coming Home
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Cotton
Word Count: 400
Prompt: colorful area rug
Rating: PG
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Still feeling worn out, Sam stepped over the doorsill of Bags End. His home now; Frodo had given it to him together with the red book of Bilbo. He looked around and took in the oh-so-familiar surroundings, and tears were burning in his eyes.
He loved this house, had already loved it when he was still a toddler, and Bilbo lived here with Frodo. When he got older, he took care of the garden and put all his heart into it to make it the most beautiful place in the world.
Now? When he did come home from his long, disturbing journey with Frodo, it had almost torn him apart to see Bags End in its desolate state. But Frodo needed a place to heal, and Sam had worked hard and harder to make the grass green again, the sunflowers bloom, and the fruits in the orchard juicer and sweeter than ever before.
Tears started to flow. Today, he couldn't see the reawakened beauty; his world was empty and grey. Bilbo was gone. Gandalf was gone. Frodo was gone. And he didn't know how he could move on without them.
He stepped into the living room and stopped. What was this? There was a big rug lying on the floor, which he had never seen before. Even through his tears, he took in the various colors: yellow like the sun, green like the grass, blue like the sky on a spring morning—Violet and red and orange, like the wildflowers in the garden. Under other circumstances, he would have loved it.
„I've made you some tea.“
He turned around. „Rosie?! What are you doing here?“
„Gandalf told me to have an eye on you when you come back.“ She stepped forward, smiling. „So, here I am.“
Gandalf. Rosie. Bags End. Tea. And a new rug. His thoughts were racing, but then, only one thought stayed in his mind. „Frodo is gone.“
„I know.“ Rosie busied herself with placing a mug on the table and pouring in the tea. „It's okay to morn about your loss tonight, but tomorrow, when you wake up, have a look at this rug, and I hope its colors will remind you that there is still so much beauty waiting for you.“
Some dropped down on a chair, placing his fingers around the mug. „You are a smart woman, Rosie Cotton,“ he said. „Thank you!“
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Cotton
Word Count: 400
Prompt: colorful area rug
Rating: PG
:::
Still feeling worn out, Sam stepped over the doorsill of Bags End. His home now; Frodo had given it to him together with the red book of Bilbo. He looked around and took in the oh-so-familiar surroundings, and tears were burning in his eyes.
He loved this house, had already loved it when he was still a toddler, and Bilbo lived here with Frodo. When he got older, he took care of the garden and put all his heart into it to make it the most beautiful place in the world.
Now? When he did come home from his long, disturbing journey with Frodo, it had almost torn him apart to see Bags End in its desolate state. But Frodo needed a place to heal, and Sam had worked hard and harder to make the grass green again, the sunflowers bloom, and the fruits in the orchard juicer and sweeter than ever before.
Tears started to flow. Today, he couldn't see the reawakened beauty; his world was empty and grey. Bilbo was gone. Gandalf was gone. Frodo was gone. And he didn't know how he could move on without them.
He stepped into the living room and stopped. What was this? There was a big rug lying on the floor, which he had never seen before. Even through his tears, he took in the various colors: yellow like the sun, green like the grass, blue like the sky on a spring morning—Violet and red and orange, like the wildflowers in the garden. Under other circumstances, he would have loved it.
„I've made you some tea.“
He turned around. „Rosie?! What are you doing here?“
„Gandalf told me to have an eye on you when you come back.“ She stepped forward, smiling. „So, here I am.“
Gandalf. Rosie. Bags End. Tea. And a new rug. His thoughts were racing, but then, only one thought stayed in his mind. „Frodo is gone.“
„I know.“ Rosie busied herself with placing a mug on the table and pouring in the tea. „It's okay to morn about your loss tonight, but tomorrow, when you wake up, have a look at this rug, and I hope its colors will remind you that there is still so much beauty waiting for you.“
Some dropped down on a chair, placing his fingers around the mug. „You are a smart woman, Rosie Cotton,“ he said. „Thank you!“