Autumn in Glory

[samwisegardener]

Samwise finds himself a seat upon the soft grass of the field and watches the setting sun turn the leaves of the Party Tree into fiery golds and red.

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[squire_of_rohan]

Merry sits down beside Sam and smiles, pulling out his pipe. "Hello, Sam. What're you thinking of?"

[samwisegardener]

"Hello, Merry!" said Sam, glad of the company on such a fine night. Well, not quite night, was it? The sun was still just visible over the horizon. "You'll be thinking me a bit daft but, well, I was thinking of elves of all things."

[squire_of_rohan]

Merry lit his pipe and stretched out, looking up at the sky, and grinned. "Elves? I don't think that's daft at all, Sam. I was thinking about them myself yesterday."

[samwisegardener]

"Were you?" Sam stretched out on the grass beside Merry, arms behind his head, and watched the last of the sunlight caress the leaves of the Party Tree, now purple and russet and orange. "I was thinking of the Lady and the golden trees in Lothlorien," he admitted softly.