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Title: For All Things, A Time
Summary: 1482. Death of Mistress Rose, wife of Master Samwise, on Mid-year's Day. On September 22 Master Samwise rides out from Bag End. (from The Tale of Years, LOTR)
Word Count: 100
Characters: Sam(/Rosie)
Timeline: 1482 S.R. (80 F.A.)
Rating: General, nothing objectionable
Notes: Written for
juno_magic's Literacy Day challenge, where drabbles had to begin and end with the same letter.
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Years had passed since he'd first set knife to wood, carving 'til the oliphaunt was born in his hands. Frodo had slept for so long at Cormallen, between life and death it seemed. So he carved as he waited, then and in later years. He'd waited for news, whether a boy or a girl, and carved 'til the mantle had nearly overflowed.
Now he sat in Bag End's garden, a tear glistening on his cheek. He'd carve one last flower, and then... For once, his mind did not waver. And then, like the setting Sun, Sam Gamgee would be away.
Summary: 1482. Death of Mistress Rose, wife of Master Samwise, on Mid-year's Day. On September 22 Master Samwise rides out from Bag End. (from The Tale of Years, LOTR)
Word Count: 100
Characters: Sam(/Rosie)
Timeline: 1482 S.R. (80 F.A.)
Rating: General, nothing objectionable
Notes: Written for
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Years had passed since he'd first set knife to wood, carving 'til the oliphaunt was born in his hands. Frodo had slept for so long at Cormallen, between life and death it seemed. So he carved as he waited, then and in later years. He'd waited for news, whether a boy or a girl, and carved 'til the mantle had nearly overflowed.
Now he sat in Bag End's garden, a tear glistening on his cheek. He'd carve one last flower, and then... For once, his mind did not waver. And then, like the setting Sun, Sam Gamgee would be away.