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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Unable to forget
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Gamgee
Word Count: 160
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Table at Creative Challenge: Clouds and Shadows
Finished: 01.06.2021
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Rosie watched Sam leaving the house in a hurry after a fleetingly kiss onto her cheek, and she sighed. It was one of these days; even after all the years, it never got easier for him. Sometimes she wished he would talk about what had happened on his trip to the fiery mountain, with him, with Frodo, but all she knew was that it had changed everything.
The evil was gone, but also was the lightheartedness of the old days. Unfortunately, Frodo had never recovered completely, and when he finally decided that the best he could do was to leave the Shire behind, something in Sam was broken, too.
When he was out of sight, Rosie turned away from the window. "A rabbit-leg with dumplings," she thought, "his favorite meal." And a bouquet of jasmine; he loved the smell of it and said it reminded him of warm and peaceful summer days. This would hopefully cheer him up a bit.
Character: Samwise Gamgee, Rosie Gamgee
Word Count: 160
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Table at Creative Challenge: Clouds and Shadows
Finished: 01.06.2021
:::
Rosie watched Sam leaving the house in a hurry after a fleetingly kiss onto her cheek, and she sighed. It was one of these days; even after all the years, it never got easier for him. Sometimes she wished he would talk about what had happened on his trip to the fiery mountain, with him, with Frodo, but all she knew was that it had changed everything.
The evil was gone, but also was the lightheartedness of the old days. Unfortunately, Frodo had never recovered completely, and when he finally decided that the best he could do was to leave the Shire behind, something in Sam was broken, too.
When he was out of sight, Rosie turned away from the window. "A rabbit-leg with dumplings," she thought, "his favorite meal." And a bouquet of jasmine; he loved the smell of it and said it reminded him of warm and peaceful summer days. This would hopefully cheer him up a bit.