TM: What does your dream home look like?
Samwise sat on a small wooden bench beneath the kitchen window, warmed by the afternoon sun and thinking that now might be a very good time for a bit of a nap. His fingers were laced over his belly which was quite full and content after another of Rose-wife's marvelous lunches. He could hear the laughter of children as they ran and played along the Bagshot Row. The sound was like music to his ears, as fine as any birdsong or Elvish harp.
Someday that laughter would come from lads and maidchildren of his own, and what a glorious sound that would be!
"There's room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for."
Samwise sighed his content at the memory. He had gladly taken Mister Frodo at his word and knew himself to be the luckiest hobbit in the whole of the Shire. After all, he'd been granted the best of all worlds, for here he was, living in Bag End with the two people he held most dear - his loving wife and his beloved Master.
"Now there's a smile that makes me wonder what you've been up to!" laughed Frodo as he sat down on the bench beside his friend. "What were you thinking just then?"
"Nothing of that sort, Mister Frodo!" said Sam then blushed. "Except maybe a bit about children and how nice it would be to have a few of my own running about Bag End. And, well . . . that there's no place quite like home or anywhere else I'd rather be."
"No place at all," agreed Frodo with a smile.
Someday that laughter would come from lads and maidchildren of his own, and what a glorious sound that would be!
"There's room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for."
Samwise sighed his content at the memory. He had gladly taken Mister Frodo at his word and knew himself to be the luckiest hobbit in the whole of the Shire. After all, he'd been granted the best of all worlds, for here he was, living in Bag End with the two people he held most dear - his loving wife and his beloved Master.
"Now there's a smile that makes me wonder what you've been up to!" laughed Frodo as he sat down on the bench beside his friend. "What were you thinking just then?"
"Nothing of that sort, Mister Frodo!" said Sam then blushed. "Except maybe a bit about children and how nice it would be to have a few of my own running about Bag End. And, well . . . that there's no place quite like home or anywhere else I'd rather be."
"No place at all," agreed Frodo with a smile.