Just a schnibble
Mar. 24th, 2004 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanI have a very early morning tomorrow and a nearly two hour commute to get to a meeting, so I am going to be a good bunny and go to bed. But I have a question for those of you who have been following the slow progress of "The Ringbearer and the Rose"
Frodo stared past Rosie’s shoulder, frozen with the realization that he was watching a flower push its way out of the ground. “Rose?” he said, “look.”
“No, you look,” she said, her voice hoarse with awe.
He turned and saw the saplings along the road, stretching upwards, the small twig fingers waving in the breeze as if the wind were blowing them everyway around. Already small buds were showing, swelling out of their parent stems as if one day would have to do for twenty.
It was magic.
“Sam!” Frodo yelled, flinging himself back toward Bagshot Row with Rosie in tow. Sam had to witness this!
And at his cry Sam came tumbling out of the smial with Sting drawn and ready, braced for an attack. He stopped, confused, when he saw the wide grin on Frodo’s face. “What is it?” he asked, and then he saw the trees, and the blade fell from his nerveless fingers.
The golden-green of spring growth swept along the grass, leaving daisies in its wake. A flush of color swept up Sam’s face, and tears started in his eyes. “Oh, Mr. Frodo,” he whispered. “Mr. Frodo. Look what the Lady’s done for us.”
“You did it, Sam,” Rosie said, her eyes shining. “You shared her gift with all the Shire.”
***
Soooo, should I have Rosie kiss him now, or wait till she gets him up by the mallorn tree?
Frodo stared past Rosie’s shoulder, frozen with the realization that he was watching a flower push its way out of the ground. “Rose?” he said, “look.”
“No, you look,” she said, her voice hoarse with awe.
He turned and saw the saplings along the road, stretching upwards, the small twig fingers waving in the breeze as if the wind were blowing them everyway around. Already small buds were showing, swelling out of their parent stems as if one day would have to do for twenty.
It was magic.
“Sam!” Frodo yelled, flinging himself back toward Bagshot Row with Rosie in tow. Sam had to witness this!
And at his cry Sam came tumbling out of the smial with Sting drawn and ready, braced for an attack. He stopped, confused, when he saw the wide grin on Frodo’s face. “What is it?” he asked, and then he saw the trees, and the blade fell from his nerveless fingers.
The golden-green of spring growth swept along the grass, leaving daisies in its wake. A flush of color swept up Sam’s face, and tears started in his eyes. “Oh, Mr. Frodo,” he whispered. “Mr. Frodo. Look what the Lady’s done for us.”
“You did it, Sam,” Rosie said, her eyes shining. “You shared her gift with all the Shire.”
***
Soooo, should I have Rosie kiss him now, or wait till she gets him up by the mallorn tree?
