Uncle Bliss was sick. Very sick. Sick enough that all the servants in the temple were very busy trying to tend to him and his wife, Joan. Sick enough that when two of his friends came to visit, Joxer and Iolaus, they stayed to help watch over him. So sick, in fact, that even Aille didn't have time to spend with her. And her Daddy . . . he was
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When the door opened, a single light poured out from a candle, "I am sorry to disturb you and your family at this hour Master Samwise..." she took a deep shuttering breath, tears starting to slip down her cheeks once again, "but I must see my daughter right away..." she swallowed, knowing this kind hobbit knew Smith as well, "Her father... my hus..." her voice broke completely for a moment. "My husband has died... and I need to bring her home."
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"Oh, Lass!" he exclaimed sadly, setting aside the candle in its holder and reaching up to take her hands in his. "That's terrible news and a sad thing indeed! If there's anything I can do . . ."
But of course there was. She wanted to see her daughter and so she would. The poor little one! To lose her father so young, and her being so devoted to the man. There were tears in Sam's eyes. "Come in, my dear. Your maid child is sleeping and --"
Before he could say more, a child's wail, heartbreaking and shrill, echoed down the long hall of Bag End from one of the bedrooms. DADDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .
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Rose Smith was sitting upright in the human-sized bed, her back pressed against the sturdy wooden headboard and her knees drawn up to her chest. She was hugging them tightly, the little stuffed winged lion between legs and chest, and was rocking back and forth. Her eyes were tightly closed and her round little face was bright with tears, her heartwrenching sobs coming from deep down inside . . .
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"I want my Daddy! I want my Daddy!" she sobbed in a shuddering voice, still clutching the little toy lion he'd given her for Christmas. Hanging onto hope. "Where's my Daddy?!"
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"No! NO! It's not true! It's not true! I don't believe you! I won't believe you! I want my Daddy! I want to see him! I want to SEE HIM! I WANT MY DADDEEEEEE!!" she wailed and feebly struggled to pull free of Aille's arms. Determined to find him. To see him. To know that the terrible thing she'd seen wasn't true!
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Sam leaned toward her and softly whispered in her ear.
"Oh!" said that good and kindhearted hobbitess. "The poor lasses! What a terrible thing, and with Maia Bliss sick as well."
Her motherly instincts came instantly to the fore, both for the struggling child and the grief-stricken Maia, and without hesitation Rosie went over to the bed and lay a gentle hand on each of them as a sort of comfort. "Is there anything I can be doing for you? Anything I could be getting?"
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Aille looked down at her hands that were circling Rose, convinced she would see his blood on them, even though she knew they were clean.
Looking back up, "We will be having a piar tomorrow... today... I know he considered you both friends, if you would come I know we would all be honored. It would help Bliss heal as well..."
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As his wife set about gathering up the child's few belongings and placed them in her little overnight bag, he lay his on hand on Aille's arm. "If there's anything you'd be needing you need only ask and I'll move earth and sky to see it done. Mister Smith was a good friend, and that's a fact. He'll be sorely missed."
Rosie nodded her agreement as she set the little satchel, now neatly packed, at the goddess's feet.
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Standing carefully, she craddled Rose in her arms. Rose was no longer struggling, but was still crying into her shoulder. She then bent a bit for the bag and took it in her hand, before going back to supporting Rose. "Your family has been a gift from the gods though all of this. I think you again."
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