Rotk reread
Rereading Rotk on the beach =love!!!
At one of my fave chapters, Mount Doom ;)
"his will was set and only death would break it." <3sam!
I have ficlet, Drabble idea:
Since Sam lost his beloved cooking set in Mordor wouldn't it be great if Frodo or one of the hobbits or Aragorn get a brand new cooking set for him on his birthday or just because?
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April 6, 1420
"No," Sam said firmly when his master arrived at Number Three, New Row at ten o'clock in the morning, for he knew it was his last chance to say anything at all on the matter.
"My dear Sam," said Mr. Frodo, "you don't even know what I dropped by for!"
"No," said Sam, "but I can guess well enough. And you're not family, and it's not your birthday, nor Yule, so no."
"You're a friend," Frodo said calmly, "and a very good one at that. So come along, and don't make too much of a fuss about it."
Sam sighed. He knew exactly what Mr. Frodo was up to with this sort of business, and he didn't like it one bit. The Black Lands were one thing, but this was the Shire, and here, at least, station still mattered! Whatever surprise Mr. Frodo had in store, it wouldn't be one of those trinkets that he, and Mr. Bilbo before him, used to give on his or his Gaffer's birthday.
He hoped Mr. Frodo wouldn't make it too obvious.
Frodo opened the door for Sam to enter Bag End, and then pointed the way to the kitchen. Sam stepped in, and when he saw what was there his jaw dropped.
The small table where his master sometimes breakfasted, the two stools next to it, and a good part of the floor were covered in pots, pans, skillets, utensils, baking dishes, trivets--a full set of cookware, to cook for two to a whole party of hobbits.
He shut his mouth, and looked carefully around. He knew Bag End was empty, but it was still best to make sure they were alone. "Running out of ideas, Master?" he said quietly.
"What?" said Mr. Frodo. "Oh! No--well, yes, but--" He paused. "It occurred to me that you probably won't travel so much anymore, and so I thought this would be more useful to you than that travel set."
"Hopefully less of a fuss to get, too," said Sam. They'd slept through Sam's last birthday, of course, but when Mr. Frodo realized it (and let everyone know, much to Sam's dismay) they were neither of them in much of a state to do anything about it except request nicely. Two days and twenty Man-sized saucepans later, the hobbits had learned their lesson about fame, rumor, and good intentions.
Frodo chuckled. "We should be glad the minstrel didn't put in a couplet about the Passing of the Belovèd Pans, or we should have drowned in them."
In the end, they'd managed to give all the pans away, and Mr. Frodo had quietly asked Gimli to do his best to recreate the old set, and that was what Sam had cooked from on the long journey from Minas Tirith back to the Shire.
"Meaning no disrespect, sir," said Sam, "but I feel as I'm drowning in them now."
"Well," said Mr. Frodo, "surely you'll want to cook for more than three at some point in your life!"
Sam blushed.
"And now that you'll be leaving your family and starting your own, so to speak, it only makes sense for you to get a full set now."
"But that's just the thing!" said Sam. "You can't expect--I mean, we were going to use Rosie's things, surely you know that."
"Traditionally, yes, but--"
"What else is 'I pledge you my hearth' supposed to mean?"
"You know, Sam, sometimes the couple moves into the woman's home..."
"Among the gentry," Sam muttered.
"And you're both moving into mine, so I think the 'tradition' argument is out. Honestly, I hadn't thought of things that way, Sam, but a gift is yours to use or not, as you will. These will be here if you two ever have to cook more things, or for more people, than what you currently have."
"Not your things?" said Sam. He'd noticed the way Rose had reacted to the kitchen at Bag End and its furnishings, and considering the look Mr. Frodo was now giving him, so had he.
"I don't like anyone else using my pans," he said.
Sam snorted.
"What?" said Mr. Frodo. "Surely you can't expect me to be selfless all the time, can you?"
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Thank you sooo much for this! Thanks for stepping up to the plate.
Loved this part:
"Well," said Mr. Frodo, "surely you'll want to cook for more than three at some point in your life!"
I'm going to link this for all to see. :D
:hugsyou:
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And I have the feeling that Frodo loved teasing Sam about children.
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Honestly, I think Frodo had more than one motive behind the pans, even if he's choosing to emphasize one over the other.
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