TM: Fortune Favors the Brave
It was everything a simple gardener could have wanted and so much more. With a single gesture, the shadowed places of the earth would be warmed by golden sunlight. With a whisper, green shoots and flowers would spring forth and blossom, turning ugliness into beauty for as far as the eye could see. Bird song would be heard for the first time where only charred and barren land had lain and even the Elves would sing the glory of what the Gardener had wrought.
All this could be his. All this could he do. In this dark and desolate place, a strange sort of Fortune smiled upon Samwise, Hamfast's son. Here, hanging on a silvered chain about his neck, was the means to do the Greatest of Deeds. With this golden Ring, he could set right all that had gone wrong.
With this One Ring. He need only slip it upon his finger and open himself to the possibilities.
Oh, how tempting were the visions that sought to shadow the stalwart hobbit's mind! Everything Sam could have wanted was there for the taking, or so the Ring would have him believe.
But the Gamgees of the Shire were made of sterner stuff than the shadowy lure of dreams and what-might-be's. They were a simple folk who loved to work with their hands and would much rather enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done than to set someone else to it's doing. Samwise wanted nothing more than the little bit of garden that was his due and knew, deep down inside, that the Ring could not offer him the one thing he needed now above all else. To find Frodo and rescue him from the filthy Orcs that had taken him.