LOTR / Samwise Gamgee / 14. Green
Title: Box of Delights
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Samwise
Prompt: 14. Green
Word Count: 486
Rating: G
Long after the last child had been tucked securely into bed, Samwise lingered in his chair by the hearth, the worn and well loved tome on his lap. It didn't matter how many times the young Gamgees heard the tales and songs. They never tired of the stories from the beloved Red Book left to him by his dear master. Sam ran a hand over the leather cover, feeling the familiar contours as if they were old friends. Perhaps they were. This book - this history - was a true Treasure. A Treasure that belonged to the whole of the Shire - maybe even the whole of Middle Earth! - and not just one simple gardener, no matter that it had been entrusted to his keeping.
Setting aside his pipe, he rose from the chair and carried the tome to its resting place on the writing desk that had once belonged to Mister Bilbo and Master Frodo. This book belonged to everyone and he was more than happy to share it.
Sam yawned and wandered over toward the study's round window, open just a crack to let in the warm summer breeze. He could hear the chirrup of crickets in the verge beneath the window, sweetly singing. Stars glittered in the velvet sky, casting silvered light on the hill of Bagshot Row and the Party Field beyond. The Party Tree swayed gently in the night wind, as if dancing, the branches of the Mallorn touched with pale moonlight. It brought a smile to Sam's eyes and a gladness to his heart.
The Shire. Green and beautiful and peaceful again. Of the scourge there was no longer any visible sign, and Bless the Lady for that!
Turning, Sam's gaze moved across the twilight of the den to a shelf well out of reach of small, inquisitive hands. While it's neighbors above and below hosted books and small treasures for display and consideration, this shelf alone was bare save for one item. A very special item. A box made of a wood found many leagues to the West. A box that had traveled from the Golden Wood to the Fiery Mountain, surviving the most terrible of journeys against impossible odds. A small thing but beautiful, with a stylized "G" carved into it's small lid to remind him of the giving - and the giver.
The Lady's Box, gifted to Sam in Lothlorien before the breaking of the Fellowship. A simple thing to look at but with the most precious of bequests inside. A small sampling of the earth of Lothlorien and the Mallorn seed. The means by which the Shire could once more be restored from a devastated ruin to a green, lush landscape. Like the Red Book, the box's contents belonged to the Shire. To the ages and to those who could benefit from it. But the memory of the giving and the box itself? Those belonged solely and completely to Samwise.
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Samwise
Prompt: 14. Green
Word Count: 486
Rating: G
Long after the last child had been tucked securely into bed, Samwise lingered in his chair by the hearth, the worn and well loved tome on his lap. It didn't matter how many times the young Gamgees heard the tales and songs. They never tired of the stories from the beloved Red Book left to him by his dear master. Sam ran a hand over the leather cover, feeling the familiar contours as if they were old friends. Perhaps they were. This book - this history - was a true Treasure. A Treasure that belonged to the whole of the Shire - maybe even the whole of Middle Earth! - and not just one simple gardener, no matter that it had been entrusted to his keeping.
Setting aside his pipe, he rose from the chair and carried the tome to its resting place on the writing desk that had once belonged to Mister Bilbo and Master Frodo. This book belonged to everyone and he was more than happy to share it.
Sam yawned and wandered over toward the study's round window, open just a crack to let in the warm summer breeze. He could hear the chirrup of crickets in the verge beneath the window, sweetly singing. Stars glittered in the velvet sky, casting silvered light on the hill of Bagshot Row and the Party Field beyond. The Party Tree swayed gently in the night wind, as if dancing, the branches of the Mallorn touched with pale moonlight. It brought a smile to Sam's eyes and a gladness to his heart.
The Shire. Green and beautiful and peaceful again. Of the scourge there was no longer any visible sign, and Bless the Lady for that!
Turning, Sam's gaze moved across the twilight of the den to a shelf well out of reach of small, inquisitive hands. While it's neighbors above and below hosted books and small treasures for display and consideration, this shelf alone was bare save for one item. A very special item. A box made of a wood found many leagues to the West. A box that had traveled from the Golden Wood to the Fiery Mountain, surviving the most terrible of journeys against impossible odds. A small thing but beautiful, with a stylized "G" carved into it's small lid to remind him of the giving - and the giver.
The Lady's Box, gifted to Sam in Lothlorien before the breaking of the Fellowship. A simple thing to look at but with the most precious of bequests inside. A small sampling of the earth of Lothlorien and the Mallorn seed. The means by which the Shire could once more be restored from a devastated ruin to a green, lush landscape. Like the Red Book, the box's contents belonged to the Shire. To the ages and to those who could benefit from it. But the memory of the giving and the box itself? Those belonged solely and completely to Samwise.