(no subject)

[rabidsamfan]

*sigh*

It's Sam's birthday, and I have to be at work instead of home writing fic... And if I were home I'd probably be taking a really long nap anyway.

So make my day better and if you can think of a drabble, or even a half drabble! about Sam, post it, or stick it in the comments.

ten words? A sentence even?

Comments

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

Hm, plot bunnies are gathering. I don't have time now, but after I get home tonight, I'll see what springs forth. :)

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

You didn't comment on this (which was a very silly piece, written for aratlithiel, but it is definetely Sam-centric.

If it doesn't meet your taste, I will be glad to write you a drabble.

And chapter 11 of BIGS has a lot of Sam innit. It has just been posted here.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

...meet my taste....

*groan*

Just for that pun I do want a drabble!

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

Been there, done that. Well, Sam got half of my drouble, so I suppose that counts. :D

But I don't really think of this as Sam's birthday. I'm sure he's a Taurus, don't you think? ;)

[izhilzha.livejournal.com]

Re: Sam as Taurus, I was just thinking about that myself. :-) I'm a Taurus, and so much like Sam that I was amused when I discovered that our birthdays are so close together.

[febobe.livejournal.com]

Give me a little while. :) Working on it. :)

They keep playing <i>The Starlit Jewel</i> on Filk Radio, so...

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

When the tavern-talk turned to dwarves and their ways, a fair sight more pleasant than some nearer matters, some full-voiced lad asked "Mr. Frodo journeyed with a dwarf, din't he?"; before Sam could catch him Jolly Cotton put his bit in with, "Indeed he did, and Sam here with him!"

Well, that did it, truly. All eyes turned to Sam, and all voices called for a tale or a word or some such thing. As Jolly grinned at him, all unbidden the memory came to Sam of Gimli singing in Moria's vasty caverns, and he knew what to give them.

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone….

The cozy common room faded, the hobbits hushed into silence, and as Sam sang he heard Gimli's booming voice filling endless darkness above their heads, felt beneath his feet not a wooden floor but worked stone.

But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

The deep stars in the blueness of Mirrormere shimmered in Sam's vision, giving way only slowly to the brown and gold and pink of a tavern common room full of wide-eyed hobbits. For a long moment everyone stared at Sam, who felt blood burn in his cheeks as he sat down again, staring into his half-done and undoubtedly final ale.

Then someone began to clap, and then someone else; soon the whole room applauded and cheered, as Jolly nudged Sam till he helplessly smiled.

Re: They keep playing <i>The Starlit Jewel</i> on Filk Radio, so...

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

ooooooh! sparkly!

*still grinning*

Re: They keep playing <i>The Starlit Jewel</i> on Filk Radio, so...

[shirebound]

Niiiiice!

:D

Re: They keep playing <i>The Starlit Jewel</i> on Filk Radio, so...

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! How on earth do you do that???

*applauds with delight*

Re: They keep playing <i>The Starlit Jewel</i> on Filk Radio, so...

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

p.s. how do you get Filk Radio?

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

From the top of my head:

Merry had always envied Sam. He envied Sam`s ability to coax life from the smallest grain or littlest seed. He`d nurture it and sometimes even speak to it. And always life grew and the grain or seed grew into something beautiful like the wealth of flowers in Bag End`s garden or something useful like the potato patch or the apple trees.

Merry couldn`t do that, but when the fruits of Sam`s labours were harvested, Merry always gave a silent thanks to his gardener friend who loved the trees into giving the most delicious apples in all of Hobbiton.

How`s that for a little drabble...ish thing?

*raises glass*
To Sam!

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Very nice! *remembers Sam wanting to grow apples as good as the Elves'.*

[mariole.livejournal.com]

his gardener friend who loved the trees into giving the most delicious apples

Wonderful! (icon features Merry's apple)...

Ta da!

[mordelhin.livejournal.com]

A Sam drouble:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/mordelhin/60445.html

and something silly for you and not actually fic at all

[danachan.livejournal.com]

Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam
*deep breath*
Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam
*deep breath*
Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam

...

and I'm spent.

Maybe I'll try and do something proper when I've had time to think.

Re: and something silly for you and not actually fic at all

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

*snicker* Sounds like a typical day inside my head...

Re: and something silly for you and not actually fic at all

[mariole.livejournal.com]

LOL! You realize this plays to the "Spam" tune from Monty Python ... darn you! :)

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

New plant

“See, little one… here’s a good place for you, rich soil, dark and damp. Stretch your roots… and soon I will see you growing strong around the stake…”

Rosie came nearer, her feet almost soundless on the paving stones of the path. She heard his soft murmur and saw him place the tiny pea sapling tenderly into the ground. At the sight of his brown fingers a wave of joy and triumph washed over her, taking her breath away.

“Sam?”

“Yes, lass?”

She took one of his hands and pressed it gently on the apron over her belly, smiling.

“Guess.”

Sam drabble

[(Anonymous)]

Sam blinked up at Frodo and smiled. "Had a sad dream last night," he murmured.

"Tell me."

"Well," Sam threaded his fingers through Frodo's, "it sounds nice enough but it felt very sad. I was in a beautiful country, a lovely lass on my arm and children all round us. I was a King, or suchlike; I sat at the head of every feast. But you weren't there. I looked and looked for you, for years, but I couldn't find you. I grew old, looking."

Frodo kissed Sam's forehead. "You're awake now. The dream is over." Outside, the Sea boomed.

Re: Sam drabble

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you anonymous person. I liked this very much, especially how the last line sets us into time and place.

Preparing

[mariole.livejournal.com]

Me, me! I want to play!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/mariole/43717.html

What a lovely idea, Samfan! Cheers! *off to read more*

i'm sorry..i'm kinda angsty~ ;)

[periantari.livejournal.com]

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

He looked up at me and I could see heartbreak and tears that had been shed. The question need not be asked; I knew that his pain was still fresh upon having to let go of one of the best friends he had ever had.

He stood up, trying to look strong, unaffected, but was not successful. With a weak smile, he nodded but did not say anymore.

I took him into my arms hugging him tightly, trying to share his pain and let him know,

“I will always be here for you, Sam.”

Re: i'm sorry..i'm kinda angsty~ ;)

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Angst is good!

*sniffle*

Thank you!

Shameless recycling...

[elycia.livejournal.com]

Here's a drabble I originally posted in my journal last August, but it seems like a reasonable time to trot it out again. Hope you don't mind!

:: raises glass to Sam ::

April 6, 1419: Waiting in Ithilien

It's nearly two weeks now that you've slept. Though Frodo stirs now and then and shows signs of waking, you remain still as death, and Gandalf's face is grave.

I, too, have lain in the grip of the Shadow, lulled by silent darkness, coaxed ever farther away from light and warmth. I don't know which frightens me more: knowing what you will suffer if the darkness wins, or wondering if my cousin will find the strength to recover, should you die.

You were always generous on your birthdays, but I want only one mathom today: please, please, open your eyes.

Re: Shameless recycling...

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely. I did something similar once, but I think you caught a different angle on it that is just perfect. I especially love the "shadow" sentence.

Thank you!

[febobe.livejournal.com]

I tried last night before supper.

It didn't work.

Tried again later, but fell asleep at my computer. . .when I finally woke up around 2-something AM, I trundled off to bed w/o thinking.

So, rather belatedly. . .a drabble-and-a-half, you might call it (150 words):

"Come, Sam - open it!"

"Now, Mr. Frodo - this is too fine, and not even proper - it's my birthday, not yours; I can't - "

"Sam. Please." Frodo's steady gaze caught his eyes, and Sam found his breath catching.

He's leaving.

The thought hung over the warmth of Bag End like a dark shadow.

He's leaving, and no mistake. He don't mean to be here come end of September, or if he does, there won't be time left for parties or mathoms. Or even if there is *time* enough. . .

Yet he forced a smile, steady as the old days, as he had when trying to cheer his master for another day's journey, and began untying the silk ribbon, lifting the lid of the box carefully as Frodo watched.

Well, master, you may think you're giving us the slip again, but not your Sam. Not your Sam.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Belated or not, I do love it. I've always felt that Sam suspected more than Frodo thought.

[kelllie.livejournal.com]

Here's a late offering for our dear Sam's birthday, and you RSF. :)

As a child, he’d felt a fool for grieving over such things. Yet every Spring, he still wept. How could the trees let go of such beauty. How could they not hold on and cherish it forever? He understood that the blossoms had to leave, to make way for the fruit. But it didn’t make the passing any easier. And it wasn’t until this last Spring, as he stood alone at the towering cherry tucked in the corner of the garden, that he truly understood. It wasn’t the trees that did the letting go, but the blossoms. And, as he brushed away the tears, it wasn’t the trees he wept for anymore... but himself. And the beauty of it all. The sweet, ephemeral beauty of it all.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Aw... That's my sweet, caring Sam.

Thank you!