The New Sam
Rosie Cotton was filling up her hundredth pint for the night when she
saw him enter the tavern. She had heard the rumor that the boys had
returned, but she had not seen them until now. They had secluded
themselves in their smials, with only family permitted to see them.
Stories were flying about where they had been, what they had done.
Rosie cared not, all she knew was that her Sam had returned. For a
year, she had waited, and worried. She was not lacking in suitors
during this time, but she only had eyes for one hobbit, and he had been
away, on some sort of quest that she knew nothing about. She knew it
had something to do with the ever increasing shadow across the land,
and that when the boys returned, the shadow had lifted. She knew in her
heart that Sam had been one of the parties responsible for the light
coming back into the land.
Frodo, Merry, Pippin ,and Sam raised their glasses in a toast. They
were all so glad to be home, but each of them felt different. Hobbiton
seemed smaller, and they were all still carrying the pain they had
suffered during their journey. Sam remained quiet as the other three
ate, drank, and laughed with each other. His gaze drifted over to the
lovely barmaid serving the drinks. His Rosie. His one true love. He
locked eyes with her, and this time he did not blush, did not turn away
like he used to. His chocolate brown eyes held her, and she was amazed
by the fearlessness that she saw in them, the bravery, and something
else too. Something she couldn’t put her finger on.
This time, she was the one who dropped her gaze to her apron, and
blushed a deep scarlet that made her cheeks glow. Sam knew that things
would be different now; he no longer was content to watch her. To
simply watch, and do nothing else. He suddenly stood up, knocking his
chair to the ground, and strode over to the bar. Frodo, Merry and
Pippin stared after him, bemused expressions on their faces. He could
hear their laughter following him as he stopped in front of the lovely
“Hello Sam” she said softly.
“Rose” he whispered. She was wiping out an ale stein with a wet cloth,
and he suddenly grabbed her soft, petite hands, in his large, calloused
ones, causing her to drop the stein on the ground. It shattered, and
caused the patrons of the Green Dragon to turn and look in his
direction. He cared not. All he could see was her face, her luminous
eyes, her golden curls, her ruby lips. He leaned across the bar, and
gently laid his lips upon hers. She tasted like honeysuckle in the
springtime, and his lips remained pressed against hers for an eternity,
touching, tasting, and feeling her. Finally, they broke apart, and she
stared at him with love in her shining eyes. This was not the Sam that
had left the Shire almost a year ago. This Sam was braver, stronger,
and even more dear to her than the old one. The old Sam never would
have kissed her like that, never would have kissed her at all.
“Marry me” he whispered, still holding her hands tightly, the bar separating them.
She pulled her hands out of his, walked around the bar, and threw herself into his waiting embrace.
“I will marry you Samwise Gamgee. I love you.” she cried. She would
never forget this day. The day that her one true love came back to her.