For Rosiegardner

Morning at Bag End

He’d apologized once for not having a home to bring her to, and she’d told him that it didn’t matter, but she’d wondered all the same how it would be to live in a hole that belonged to neither of them.

But as he made their breakfast she realized how well he knew the rhythms of this place, could put a hand to every pan and plate, and coax the pump to work without considering its quirks. As he reached for the salt he cast a smile over his shoulder and she smiled back.

He’d brought her home after all.


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For Rosiegardner

Morning at Bag End

He’d apologized once for not having a home to bring her to, and she’d told him that it didn’t matter, but she’d wondered all the same how it would be to live in a hole that belonged to neither of them.

But as he made their breakfast she realized how well he knew the rhythms of this place, could put a hand to every pan and plate, and coax the pump to work without considering its quirks. As he reached for the salt he cast a smile over his shoulder and she smiled back.

He’d brought her home after all.


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