Sam Gamgee (master_gamgee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-24 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, frodo baggins, samwise gamgee |
WHO: Sam Gamgee and Frodo Baggins
WHAT: Sam is doing maintinence on the garden
WHEN: Backdated: Friday, August 23rd. Afternoon
WHERE: Baggins Home; Backyard
RATING: Family Friendly
STATUS: Complete
Sam no longer went to the Baggins' regularly, but instead stopped by at least once a week for a few hours to maintain the garden around Bag End. Sometimes he looked forward to it, because kneeling in the dirt outside the round green door felt right. It felt like it was what he was supposed to be doing, but at the same time, sometimes he dreaded it for the same reasons he looked forward to it. He knew it didn't make any sense, but the dreams themselves didn't make any sense to him still. Not only that, but Frodo...Mr. Frodo...Mr. Baggins acted like he knew him so much better than Sam knew the older man and sometimes that made Sam uncomfortable if only because he didn't want to disappoint Frodo. They knew each other so well in the dreams and those memories were still trickling into Sam's subconscience slowly.
Today was a day that Sam had looked forward to coming to the Baggins' home and he was currently trimming away some weeds that had crept up over the last week or so.
Frodo had a good number of distractions lately, most of them domestic. The baby kept an odd schedule that was occasionally difficult to follow, and Merrill was preparing for the new school year, so he was putting in more hours on diaper-duty. It was no wonder that he occasionally lost track of the outside world, so he was genuinely surprised to see Samwise Gamgee at work just outside his kitchen window. He opened it and stuck out his head. "Ah, Sam! I didn't realize you'd be here today."
At the sound of Frodo's voice, Sam lifted his head and turned towards the house where the older man was at the kitchen window. Getting to his feet, Sam wiped his hands off then brushed off the front if his jeans, which were dirty with dirt and soil, "Hey, yeah. Just doing a little weeding. Don't want them choking off the climbing plants." Since he had planted them, the climbing plants had grown quite nicely around the round frame of the door to Bag End.
More than ever, the entrance to the hobbit hole was looking just as it had in Frodo’s dreams. It was a bit of a shame that he was too busy to fully appreciate it lately, but holding the baby close to his chest, Frodo walked to the the back door and opened it. “Weekly maintenance, then?” he asked, stepping outside.
Sam nodded, "Yeah. Only way to keep it looking good," He smirked as he saw the baby that Frodo was carrying. It was still a little weird that their son was named after him, but having had a few dreams, Sam could understand why they had. "How's he doing?" He asked, gesturing towards the baby.
Little Samwise was more sturdy these days, with chubby cheeks and plump legs. His ears came to gentle points, and that was more noticeable, as well. “He’s a good eater and a pretty good sleeper.” He squirmed in his father’s arms and stretched one of his arms for Sam.
Sam hadn't really been around the baby much to notice his ears before, but now that he was this close, he couldn't help but notice and he recalled what Zelda had said recently about her ears and he wondered if his would change. He was pretty sure he'd be able to handle that, but he didn't think he'd be able to handle the feet or if he suddenly woke up shorter. "My mom said I was always hungry as a baby," When baby Sam reached towards him, Sam wasn't entirely sure what to do so he just continued watching him and Frodo.
Frodo tried to wrangle little Samwise back into a manageable position, but he still kept batting his hands in his older namesake’s direction. “I find it interesting that you and I have fallen into similar professions, without any knowledge from the dreams beforehand.” Although Frodo’s job was mostly being far too wealthy.
Sam nodded, running a hand through his blond hair as he continued to watch Frodo and the baby, “Yeah, it’s kind of weird, but also interesting. I’ve noticed that not everyone has the same job in both the dreams and real life.” He hesitated a moment or two before he spoke again, “Do you want me to…” He gestured towards baby Sam, who obviously didn’t want to stay in his father’s arms.
“Oh. By all means, if you like.” Frodo carefully moved the baby from his arms into Sam’s. He didn’t care that there was still some soil on the other hobbit’s man’s palms. Good, solid earth couldn’t do any harm.
Sam hadn’t held a baby in a long time, but it helped that baby Sam was a couple months old and he didn’t have to be as delicate with him as he would if he was a newborn. It was strange, but it seemed as if he stopped fidgeting once he was in Sam’s arms and he glanced up at Frodo. People said that babies could sense things, but whether or not this baby somehow knew that Sam was his namesake was beyond him, “I guess he likes me.”
“Of course he does,” Frodo said, sounding almost surprised. “How could any member of my family not like one of the Gamgees?” He smiled warmly.
Even if he’d wanted to, Sam couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his lips as he gazed down at the baby in his arms. If it weren’t for the dreams, Sam would still have thought it was rather bizarre that Frodo and Merrill had named him after him, but now that he knew the sort of relationship he and Frodo had, had in the dreams, he understood it. “Did you know right away that you were going to name him after me?”
“Well, as soon as we knew it was a boy,” Frodo said, the warm smile remaining. “I guess we could have come up with a female version. But, yes. I did. And Merrill was a great supporter of the idea.” Frodo declined to mention that Samwise had named his oldest son after him.
“Samantha seems to be the most common,” Sam said as baby Samwise blinked up at him, reaching to grasp the collar of his shirt. “Hey, so I noticed something in the dreams. In the dreams, I know the age difference is even weirder to figure out, but all four of us generally look around the same age, but here, I’m clearly younger than you.” He had tried to phrase it in a way that wouldn’t make Frodo feel old and he hoped that he’d succeeded.
Frodo’s smile didn’t disappear, but his lips thinned a bit. He understood what Sam was referring to. He had alway been older, but he’d never looked it. It was the influence of the Ring. Even here, people typically mistook him for a much younger man. “Yes, but that was... a magic phenomenon, I suppose you could call it. Rings of Power grant their bearers long life.”
“But even before the quest. When Bilbo still had the ring.” Sam said, adjusting the baby’s weight in his arms. It had been so long, he’d forgotten holding babies one way for too long tended to put parts of your arms to sleep. “And I’m not saying you look old here or anything. Cause you don’t.” And there was Sam, putting his foot in his mouth as he tended to do on occasion.
Frodo tilted his head. “Perhaps because I was so close to it, without realizing.” Or maybe it had more to do with the generally longer lifespan of all hobbits.
Sam shrugged, careful not drop the baby, even though it’d take a lot more than a shrug to do that, “I guess it doesn’t really matter. It was just something I noticed.” The age difference between them in the real world really didn’t make much of a difference to Sam, because even before he’d started dreaming, he’d felt a strange connection to Frodo that he couldn’t explain and now that he knew why, even if it was still a little strange sometimes, he was glad that they’d met.