One more for Mariole

And for shirebound, who asked for this one.

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Glorfindel found Bilbo and the Ring-bearer in the kitchens, concocting treats for Sam, who sat at the table with his feet dangling below one of Bilbo’s nightshirts and his hair still damp from a bath. His young friend looked a little baffled at sitting by while others worked, but he smiled sleepily when Glorfindel joined him. “How are they?” he asked, pushing over a plate of pastries.

“Mending, Elrond says,” Glorfindel replied.

“I should fetch them something to eat,” Sam said, but Frodo caught his arm before he could climb down.

“You’ve done enough for one day, Sam,” he said.

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One more for Mariole

And for shirebound, who asked for this one.

Caring

Glorfindel found Bilbo and the Ring-bearer in the kitchens, concocting treats for Sam, who sat at the table with his feet dangling below one of Bilbo’s nightshirts and his hair still damp from a bath. His young friend looked a little baffled at sitting by while others worked, but he smiled sleepily when Glorfindel joined him. “How are they?” he asked, pushing over a plate of pastries.

“Mending, Elrond says,” Glorfindel replied.

“I should fetch them something to eat,” Sam said, but Frodo caught his arm before he could climb down.

“You’ve done enough for one day, Sam,” he said.

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