Tales of the Shire: Shadows of Yellow

Just an exercise in topical drabbles, revolving around Samwise Gamgee and Rosie Cotton in the Lord of the Rings.

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Buttercup Blossoms

Perhaps she was fussing too much.

After all, they were such nice, warm yellow flowers.

But buttercups... you could never have too many buttercups at a wedding.

That's what Mum had always said, and Daisy Gamgee lived by it.

The little golden blooms were too sweet for words.

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Cream Silk

The cream colored silk dress fits like a glove.

He cannot take his eyes off her as she approaches.

Heart hammering, he gulps.

The dress flows like water, sparkles like diamonds.

Like a cream colored rose, just the palest yellow blush to its creamy white petals...

Oh, Rosie...

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Honey Eyes

No other Hobbit has eyes like her brave, dear Sam - none.

Only his sweet eyes like dark, honeyed mead-

Like bumblebee candy in winter-

Keep Rosie from stumbling as she comes, accompanied by father and mother, brothers and sisters.

Only Sam's eyes like warm, liquid sweetness, bright with love.

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Yellow Roses

Velvet sunshine, just like his little girl.

In her hair, sewn into her lovely wedding gown, all those lovely, fresh summer roses the color of light and joy, she is a beautiful girl.

That Samwise Gamgee is marrying a Queen of Hobbits today. He does not deserve her.

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Amber Jewels

He gave the jewels as a wedding gift when Sam told him the wonderful news.

He gave Sam cufflinks, and Rosie earbobs and a bracelet of polished amber stones.

Like her hair, like Sam's eyes, they glow with their own inner light.

They are a gift of love.

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Gold Bands

Where on earth Sam got them, no one knew.

They fit perfectly, each to the other's ring-finger.

They gleam, polished bright as glass, but real gold, never doubt it.

That night, a Dwarf comes to the family wedding feast at Bag End.

Tales of the Shire: Waiting

I thought Rosie (you know Rosie - Sam's wife) needed someone to take her part. She waits for Sam so faithfully, so....

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I had been waiting for over fifteen years. Pathetic, I know. Why should I wait for a simple, lowly gardener? My father demanded the answer to that question hundreds of times during those years, and I could never give him a satisfactory answer. He didn't understand about Sam, how special he was.

We'd never gone courting- of course we hadn't. My father would never have allowed that, Sam knew. But my father had died two years ago, and still Sam never spoke a word to me, or to my mother, about requesting permission to take me courting. I never received spring violets. I was never given one of the customary, hand-carved wooden love-spoons. He never escorted me anywhere or danced with me. But once... that once...

I'd tripped over my own two feet and right before I'd fallen in the mud and ruined my best dress- it was at Mr. Bilbo Baggins' own party, don't you know- I felt the gentlest hands in the world catch me and set me right back on my own two feet. He looked me right in the eyes- the first time he'd ever done so a-purpose- and asked me earnestly if I was all right.

"Indeed I am, Master Samwise," I'd said. And I was. He'd spoken to me. He'd taken my hands in his when he'd realized I didn't need any help keeping on my feet. Of course I was all right then.

But not now.

Now he's leaving me. I was out milking our cows with my sister when I saw him in the dawn light, him and his Master, Frodo Baggins. They had packs on their backs and walking sticks in their hands.

I didn't know where they were going, and it wasn't any of my business anyways. But I knew, somehow, in my heart I knew, that there was a mighty chance my Samwise wasn't coming back to me. He was off on an adventure, but not the grand, high, old kind that some young Took lads have every handful of years. This was a quest, the kind they tell stories of. And Samwise was caught up in it somehow, stuck good, and he was in great danger.

I didn't know what to do. I still don't. I guess I'll do what I've always done when it comes to Master Samwise Gamgee, gardener extraordinaire. I'll wait for him.

I'll wait.