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rabidsamfan) wrote2004-10-15 10:20 pm
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Morning in Minas Tirith
There came a morning that he just didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to be cheerful, didn’t want to smile and nod at the strange tall people who watched whenever they walked through the cobbled streets. The job was done, wasn’t it? Over. He’d earned a rest, hadn’t he? Just a little one?
“Time enough to rest come evening, Sam Gamgee,” he reminded himself, “and feeling sorry for yourself won’t put breakfast on the table.” But for once his Gaffer’s words were not enough to push him out of bed. Tears leaked out through his eyelashes as he twisted his face around into the pillow. “Mr. Frodo will be waking soon, and Gandalf and the others. And there’s that feast tomorrow, and someone’s got to see that Pippin’s tunic has been mended.” But sleep was as close as a heartbeat, and somehow he went from listing the things that needed doing to dreaming that he was doing them.
He roused once, to the sound of voices, and the blanket being tucked higher.
“He’s not sick, is he, Frodo?”
“Just tired,” came the reply, and a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Sleep, Sam.”
He slept.
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There came a morning that he just didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to be cheerful, didn’t want to smile and nod at the strange tall people who watched whenever they walked through the cobbled streets. The job was done, wasn’t it? Over. He’d earned a rest, hadn’t he? Just a little one?
“Time enough to rest come evening, Sam Gamgee,” he reminded himself, “and feeling sorry for yourself won’t put breakfast on the table.” But for once his Gaffer’s words were not enough to push him out of bed. Tears leaked out through his eyelashes as he twisted his face around into the pillow. “Mr. Frodo will be waking soon, and Gandalf and the others. And there’s that feast tomorrow, and someone’s got to see that Pippin’s tunic has been mended.” But sleep was as close as a heartbeat, and somehow he went from listing the things that needed doing to dreaming that he was doing them.
He roused once, to the sound of voices, and the blanket being tucked higher.
“He’s not sick, is he, Frodo?”
“Just tired,” came the reply, and a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Sleep, Sam.”
He slept.
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
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:)
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I just melted at that bit. So often we only see Sam looking after Frodo, but their friendship and loyalty went both ways. Lovely to see Frodo given a chance to show that protectiveness towards Sam.
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sweet Sam to be so concerned for others :)
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This is so charming! Minas Tirith must have been a bit nightmarish for Frodo & Sam after all those weeks of near-isolation. And I sure relate to that part about dozing off while contemplating the list of stuff that needs doing!
Thanks for sharing!
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This is wonderful, especially because it's Sam who is exhausted and needs the rest, not Frodo. His needs are forgotten so often... I love it. Thank you!
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Sam always seems to be working and busy, he deserves a good lie-in once in a while and I'm sure it wouldn't hurt Pippin to mend his own tunic either.
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Lovely! May I friend you? I don't want to miss such gems :)
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Poor, dear Sam!
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*reads the second time and finds the kiss*
*evaporates*
*is in bliss*
You're so good at this; has anyone told you that?
*re-reads and meows over Frodo*