Oh Adia, Oh Frodo by Kay
Sam loses a friend and gains a son...
Title: Oh Adia. Oh Frodo.
Rating: PG
Plot: Sam looses a friend and gains a son. Song-fic to Adia by Sarah McLachlan
Starter 3: a shawl, a teapot, and a fishing pole
Story:
Sam had never seen such a beautiful being in his life, except for perhaps around the elves. She was willowy, with dark auburn hair and brilliant blue eyes that stood out against her berry brown skin. The hobbit always dressed simply. She wore no adornments, just a dress of the palest blue Samwise had ever seen and hunter green lace-up vest. But, the hobbit did not need adornments, she was perfect as is.
Never, had he heard her speak, though he spoke with her often, but her eyes were always sparkling and she always wrote. She, Adia Pickthorn, was mute. Her quietness made her beauty stand out even more.
Day after day, for three years they met and talked, she supped with his family, and he ate with hers. In the third year of their friendship - to the day - he saw her, as he walked home from fishing. He carried his fishing pole over his shoulder and she was wrapped in a shawl. It was fall and a chilly one at that.
Sam looked up at the sky. “Bet it’s goin’ to snow,” he thought, wrapping his cloak tighter around him. Sure enough, big, fluffy flakes of snow started to fall and soon covered the landscape in a white, downy comforter. Sam watched her wade through the snow; her belly bulged gracefully in front of her. Adia Pickthorn disappeared over a hill and then he heard a splash. Oh, he should have warned her of the thin ice! “Adia I do believe I failed you. Adia I know I let you down. Don’t you know I tried so hard to love you in my way? It’s easy let it go...” Sam whispered as he rushed towards where he had heard the splash. He called her name out, but did not see her.
Nearly the whole day passed and still he did not find her. That night, he walked home, cold, wet, and crying. “Adia I'm empty since you left me. Trying to find a way to carry on. I search myself and everyone. To see where we went wrong…”
The next day, he went back and found her. She floated in the icy waters. Her skin was as pale as the snow around Sam and her skin was tinted purplish-blue. Sam waded into the icy water and grabbed hold of Adia. He hauled her ashore and checked her pulse. He felt a very weak one. “Help!” he screamed as loud as he could, “Adia.”
Please live, thought Sam. “'cause there's no one left to finger. There’s no one here to blame. There’s no one left to talk to honey and there ain't no one to buy our innocence. 'cause we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It’s easy, we all falter, does it matter,” Sam whispered as a mass of hobbits came to help. “Take ‘er to my home,” Sam told the nearest hobbit. The troop of hobbits took her to BagEnd and made her comfortable. In the night, her child, a brown haired, blue-eyed boy was born and soon after, she died. Sam and Rosie adopted the boy and named him Frodo.
One day, three years after that, Sam, along with Frodo Gamgee went to her grave. “Adia I thought we could make it. But I know I can't change the way you feel. I leave you with your misery. A friend who won't betray. I pull you from your tower. I take away your pain and show you all the beauty you possess. If you'd only let yourself believe that. we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It's easy, we all falter, does it matter? Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. 'cause we are born innocent. Adia we are still. It’s easy, we all falter ... but does it matter?”
Title: Oh Adia. Oh Frodo.
Rating: PG
Plot: Sam looses a friend and gains a son. Song-fic to Adia by Sarah McLachlan
Starter 3: a shawl, a teapot, and a fishing pole
Story:
Sam had never seen such a beautiful being in his life, except for perhaps around the elves. She was willowy, with dark auburn hair and brilliant blue eyes that stood out against her berry brown skin. The hobbit always dressed simply. She wore no adornments, just a dress of the palest blue Samwise had ever seen and hunter green lace-up vest. But, the hobbit did not need adornments, she was perfect as is.
Never, had he heard her speak, though he spoke with her often, but her eyes were always sparkling and she always wrote. She, Adia Pickthorn, was mute. Her quietness made her beauty stand out even more.
Day after day, for three years they met and talked, she supped with his family, and he ate with hers. In the third year of their friendship - to the day - he saw her, as he walked home from fishing. He carried his fishing pole over his shoulder and she was wrapped in a shawl. It was fall and a chilly one at that.
Sam looked up at the sky. “Bet it’s goin’ to snow,” he thought, wrapping his cloak tighter around him. Sure enough, big, fluffy flakes of snow started to fall and soon covered the landscape in a white, downy comforter. Sam watched her wade through the snow; her belly bulged gracefully in front of her. Adia Pickthorn disappeared over a hill and then he heard a splash. Oh, he should have warned her of the thin ice! “Adia I do believe I failed you. Adia I know I let you down. Don’t you know I tried so hard to love you in my way? It’s easy let it go...” Sam whispered as he rushed towards where he had heard the splash. He called her name out, but did not see her.
Nearly the whole day passed and still he did not find her. That night, he walked home, cold, wet, and crying. “Adia I'm empty since you left me. Trying to find a way to carry on. I search myself and everyone. To see where we went wrong…”
The next day, he went back and found her. She floated in the icy waters. Her skin was as pale as the snow around Sam and her skin was tinted purplish-blue. Sam waded into the icy water and grabbed hold of Adia. He hauled her ashore and checked her pulse. He felt a very weak one. “Help!” he screamed as loud as he could, “Adia.”
Please live, thought Sam. “'cause there's no one left to finger. There’s no one here to blame. There’s no one left to talk to honey and there ain't no one to buy our innocence. 'cause we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It’s easy, we all falter, does it matter,” Sam whispered as a mass of hobbits came to help. “Take ‘er to my home,” Sam told the nearest hobbit. The troop of hobbits took her to BagEnd and made her comfortable. In the night, her child, a brown haired, blue-eyed boy was born and soon after, she died. Sam and Rosie adopted the boy and named him Frodo.
One day, three years after that, Sam, along with Frodo Gamgee went to her grave. “Adia I thought we could make it. But I know I can't change the way you feel. I leave you with your misery. A friend who won't betray. I pull you from your tower. I take away your pain and show you all the beauty you possess. If you'd only let yourself believe that. we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It's easy, we all falter, does it matter? Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. 'cause we are born innocent. Adia we are still. It’s easy, we all falter ... but does it matter?”