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Just something quick that sprung to mind while drawing one day.. I haven't finished the trilogy, only up to the second book. I have watched them all but even so, Sam will always be my favourite. I know dates etc won't be right, but I'm not trying to be correct, I'm just trying to write.
[Insert Disclaimer] I OWN NOTHING....Except Tilly who is a small figment of my wandering imagination.
"Sammm!?" Howled an excitable voice surrounded by the sound of crunching grasses that grew in abundance in the Shire. "Sam, where are you?!" The voice was much closer and louder now, but the ageing Hobbit seemed not to notice, quite content plotting in front of a bed of flowers, maintaining them carefully. Enjoying his day away from Rosie and the flock of kids.
The voice accompanied a young Hobbit named Tilly, a rather excitable young thing, always out and about, full of energy and an inquisitive mind, not at all like your garden variety Hobbit. She opened the gate to Bag Shot Row so excitedly that she may have well have jumped over it. Always pleased to see the older Hobbit, she found him tending seedlings in a flower bed and hopped on his back, arms grasping tightly and fondly around his neck, face nuzzling his cheek.
The surprise overwhelmed Sam forcing him to gasp and stumble forwards clumsily right into the saplings he had just previously tended. "Tilly Brandybuck! You silly young 'un! Can't you just wait like everyone else?" He cried in a mock anger.
Tilly ruffled his hair and beamed her biggest smile, enhanced by a small gap in her front two teeth. "Hi to you too. What cha doing Sam? Where's Rosie and the kids?"
He tried his best to push her off, but his bones just weren't as they were and he seemed to have lost the ability to do anything strenuous since went with the Elves to the Undying Lands. Sam puffed his cheeks. "That's Mr Gamgee to you. I swear my Gaffer would give you right clipping on your lugs if he heard that talk young miss." She got off and smiled apologetically, helping to pull the older Hobbit to his feet. " Now then, what brought you here in such a tizz."
Sam brushed himself down, winced slightly when his knee joints creaked and complained at the sudden fall and had to sit himself down gently on the embankment. Tilly followed plonking herself down beside him in a much rougher fashion bunching her cotton dress around her knees.
"Merry came to visit. He's been away for many months, to Rohan and Gondor. Researching he said. Promising me and my sisters that when he came back he'd tell us about you."
The elder Hobbit blushed profusely, the wounds were still fresh as far as he was concerned. It had only been 3 years since Frodo left and even less since Merry and Pippin had decided upon their own ways. Leaving him with Rosie in Hobbiton. "Me?" He stumbled, fiddling about with his calloused hands. "Why on earth would you wanna' learn about me?"
She smiled at him again, this warming smile, forcing Sam into himself further. " Because, you know, I always thought you were just a happy Gardener and in itself that's a miracle..and then I found about , even though I'd never met him. I'd heard so many things, Sam. I've looked at Bag End and see the Baggineses that live there and can't picture it. But then I see you, and I know you wouldn't befriend anyone wasn't worth it. Although folk won't talk about it much, and seem to accept it even less. You saved Middle Earth. I want to know what you saw and did."
Samwise's eye were wide with amazement at the words spouting from this young Hobbit's mouth. Wishing he'd shared her intelligence and valour when he was at her age. Instead of being happy with a humble life, maybe it would have mentally prepared him more. Maybe he could have been more like everyone else.
He sat there and didn't respond for a long while. Tilly looked at him with unease, reconciling her rant towards him. It had upset him obviously, maybe she shouldn't have romanticised it so much. Eventually he piped up. "You don' wanna hear about an old Hobbit like me, I'm no hero. Shouldn't you be helpin' your Pa any who instead of being pestered by me?"
Copying his earlier movements Tilly puffed out her cheeks to show her annoyance and also tapped her large Hobbit feet on the grass. "Sammmm!" She pined. "You know what my Pa's like "Ard' graft ain't no place for a Lass". Besides I'd much rather spend my afternoon with you. I hate fishing anyway. And stop avoiding my questioning you crafty thing. Please. I'd love to learn about it all. Just make sure you start with the Elves! Didn't you travel with one? What were they like? Was he handsome? Is it true what Merry said or was he yankin' my leg again? Aw I'd love to meet an Elf. I bet pointy ears look pretty on them." She tugged on her own, her wide mouth twitched into a disappointed frown as she pushed copper curls out of her eyes and behind her ears.
Sam quickly snapped out of his own thoughts and turned towards the pouting girl. " Now, now. I'll 'ave none o that. While it's true that Elves were very pretty creatures, more than I mostly care to admit. There is nothing wrong with you young 'un. How about I make us some tea while we wait for Rosie to get back, eh?"
She sniffed a little and inclined her head, mumbling to herself. "Fine." She announced to him as Sam pulled himself to his feet. " But I still want you to tell me more about your travels don't think you've gotten out of it."
He shrugged haplessly and smiled at her in a way she turned her head away from him to cover that tinge to her cheeks that matched the colour of her hair. Once he retreated inside of the house to put the kettle on Tilly shook her head rather violently shaking away anything thoughts that attempted to cling to her cranium. She threw herself against the grass, bouncing back slightly as she hit it. Closing her eyes, she allowed her senses to be willed to the world. The sounds of a bubbling pot over the stove, the smell of refined tea leaves. The swishing of the grasses and the movements of everything that lay in them. The groans of disgust from the cows made to plough the fields at the bottom of the hill. The squeals of the other Hobbit Children, typical sounds of this rustic place. But she was unsatisfied, Tilly wished for more out of her life than to be a mother to yet another air of Brandybuck, or Took or whatever he father decided for her. She wanted to explore to define her own truths from the legends given to her by everyone.
Sighing, she imagined a world different from this one, a one of the big people. A hustle, a bustle, so many different sounds and smells that she didn't know which to explore more. A trickling of streams, creaking and words of trees, the songs of birds and stags. Contrasting the more mechanical based worlds of men. She grinned as in these worlds she was led by various hands. Shown so many wonderful things. Many wonderful things including many stunning aces which she gathered to be that of Elves. Tall, slender, symmetrical and so enticing. She found that she couldn't look away, then the figure morphed into something more familiar and Tilly found she had to look away, the young Hobbit had to be losing her mind. She couldn't possibly fall for this someone.
Words were forming in their mouth, she attempt to squint and hone in on what they were saying but the distraction of these other world were too much and Tilly jumped and bolted upright. A set of strong hands pinned her to the spot to stop her from hurting herself and others. She heard an exasperated huff and focused her vision rubbing her eyes, blushing once more. Sam was there. Holding onto her.
"Honestly, I leave you fer five minutes and you fall asleep. I tell you it was hard work bringing you inside, I prolly couldna' don' it if it weren't for Pippin." At that moment he popped his head around the corner of the door after hearing his name. Tilly had only met Pippin a couple of times and that was only when Merry had brought him. Apparently he was courting, soon to be wed another reason why he had recently been hanging around the Shire more.
"Thank you." She said meekly.
"No problem, Kiddo." He grinned. He had an odd accent, she couldn't place, maybe it was due travelling. "Besides, I got your lovely cuppa tea and good smoke. A great reward if you ask me."
Pippin looked much younger than Sam, by how many years she couldn't say, but he definitely had some spark about him. Tilly ran her hands through her tangled mess, sighing once more regretting ever so slightly waking up.
Pippin placed himself down on a stool close to the pair off them. Taking his pipe out jacket pocket, filling it and placing it to his lips thoughtfully. "So, Sam here was telling me you wanted to know about the Elves, that sounds familiar, doesn't it?" He beamed towards the Older Hobbit.
Sam gave him a warning a glance. "Oh be quiet, Took."
Her resolve and memory rekindled Tilly pulled her legs over the sofa and grabbed Sam's hands. He look quiet startled while Pippin looked bemused while lighting his pipe. "Yes! The Elves you have to tell me about them!" Rounded eyes focused on him, before he pulled his hands away.
"That's for another time, Rosie 'll be back soon and you can both come fer dinner before you go home." He said with hospitality in order to avoid her abhorrent intensity to probe.
"Aw c'mon Sam, you're a great storyteller! I wouldn't mind listening to your tales." Encouraged Pippin.
Sam stood up with a little struggle. "Now that's enough outta you. Tilly, don't need any encouragement as it is." He guested with his hand, and Pippin winked at her.
She now looked more determined than ever. Standing with hands on hips, looking as though she were about to scold a younger one for stealing a joint out of the pantry. But before things could heat up, there was a clack of the door and an airy bright welcome. Rosie was home.
 CyanideCherub · Sun Mar 14, 2010 @ 01:29pm · 0 Comments |
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