Who: Sam open to Legolas Where: Minas Tirith sat on the city wall When: A few days after the coronation What: Sam type silly stuff.
Sam was at on the city wall, his legs dangling over the side, rather daring for a Hobbit, well it would be, if this were not one of the four that had ventured from the Shire and seen things that no Hobbit before them had ever seen, well with the exception of Bilbo of course. He’d been considering smoking a pipe, and then seeing if he could find Gandalf and talk him into teaching him how to blow perfect smoke rings, but the thought had dwindled, until it had been nothing but a brief flicker of something or other, that had got forgotten.
He was worried about Master Frodo, Sam had thought they’d have got rid of that nasty ring, and he would have been his old self once more, even with the missing finger. Only truly, Frodo still carried the marks the ring had left upon him, his eyes looked tired, he looked tired, and though each day his friend and master was getting stronger, he still didn’t seem to have the same bounce and joy at being alive he once had. It was disheartening, but still Sam would not give in to the need to be anything less than cheerful. They were alive, all four of them! And they would return to the Shire, and life would be as it once had been.
No one in the Shire would know just how close their happy existence had came to ending, and that was just fine with Sam. He didn’t want the Shire to ever change, didn’t want the people there that he’d grown up with to ever know, what war was. It was an ugly old thing, even if he and Frodo had not been in the midst of it all, they’d seen the dead lying over the battlegrounds as the eagles had brought them to Minas Tirith, and it was not a sight he’d ever wish any of those at home to witness.
“Daisies, daises, pretty little things, white and yellow, pretty little petals, daisies, daisies I love you!” Sam sang out, which was ended with a good little bout of giggling, though he did miss the most common of little flowers, Minas Tirith, Sam believed needed to learn what gardening was all about, get some nice big happy flowers around the place it make everyone smile a bit more. Of course Sam’s way of thinking was far more innocent than most.
He decided to pick up some small stones lying on the wall beside him at that moment, held them in one grubby little hand and began to drop them over the wall one at a time, giggling happily to himself, as he wiggled his toes and hummed a happy little tune.