Trying to find Sam's voice again...
Nov. 30th, 2005 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanI didn’t have much to say between Crickhollow and Bree, and that’s that. Leastwise, nowt much I felt comfortable sayin’ aloud. Truth was, Mr. Frodo was too old to care about being a gentlehobbit, and Master Pippin was too young, but Mr. Merry, he’d only just come of age a short while back, and I’d not been far ahead of him, and we both were still trying to figure our proper places. It’s fair to say we stepped on each other’s toes some, and that made things awkward-like.
You see, he tried to take charge, like a proper Brandybuck, organizing the packing and poking everyone awake in the morning; pretending that he knew his way through the Old Forest, which he didn’t.
And after that crack about falling over my own feet, well, I minded the ponies and kept back as much as I could, what with that there Willow Tree and the Barrow Wight and Tom Bombadil and his lady and all. But he had a bad scare in Bree from them Riders, and me, I just couldn’t keep shut around Strider, and walking soon had us both too tired to care, so by Rivendell we were friends again.
You see, he tried to take charge, like a proper Brandybuck, organizing the packing and poking everyone awake in the morning; pretending that he knew his way through the Old Forest, which he didn’t.
And after that crack about falling over my own feet, well, I minded the ponies and kept back as much as I could, what with that there Willow Tree and the Barrow Wight and Tom Bombadil and his lady and all. But he had a bad scare in Bree from them Riders, and me, I just couldn’t keep shut around Strider, and walking soon had us both too tired to care, so by Rivendell we were friends again.
