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Mar. 15th, 2008 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603Just a tiny non-drabble piece off the tip off my mind this evening! Just wrote it now on LJ, inspired by all of Annwyn's gorgeous flower icons. ;-)
Sam stepped into his garden on a bright spring morning. The first clusters of tulips had bloomed into a rich pattern of pastels. Fresh pain assailed his heart. He stumbled to his knees and burst into tears. He cared not that the mud seeped through his breeches and chilled his knees. He cared not whether nosy neighbors saw the mayor of Hobbiton weeping in the garden.
Just last spring Frodo had been at his side when the tulips bloomed. He had stroked a velvet lavender petal with tender care, his eyes naked with recent illness. "It is a pity they do not last the year."
Sam had barely controlled his tears. If only he could do that one thing for Frodo, he would. He would pay all the money in the world, stumble over the hot rocks of Mordor again, anything, if somewhere there existed bulbs that grew year-round tulips. Even the gift seeds from the Lady Galadriel couldn't do that. Instead he patted Frodo's shoulder and said, "That's just the nature of tulips. Only there to give us a few weeks joy."
"If we could hold them from passing...but no, that's foolish." Frodo smiled and seemed to come back to himself. "Never mind me, Sam."
Sam cleared his throat. "Is there anything I can get for you, sir?"
"No," Frodo managed a smile. "You've already given me all I need." He gazed at the clusters of tulips and his eyes softened and misted.
Sam now wept in his garden, but the pain eased and the tears fell on petals like dew. He knew with sudden clarity that in a distant, green land his master had bloomed again.
Sam stepped into his garden on a bright spring morning. The first clusters of tulips had bloomed into a rich pattern of pastels. Fresh pain assailed his heart. He stumbled to his knees and burst into tears. He cared not that the mud seeped through his breeches and chilled his knees. He cared not whether nosy neighbors saw the mayor of Hobbiton weeping in the garden.
Just last spring Frodo had been at his side when the tulips bloomed. He had stroked a velvet lavender petal with tender care, his eyes naked with recent illness. "It is a pity they do not last the year."
Sam had barely controlled his tears. If only he could do that one thing for Frodo, he would. He would pay all the money in the world, stumble over the hot rocks of Mordor again, anything, if somewhere there existed bulbs that grew year-round tulips. Even the gift seeds from the Lady Galadriel couldn't do that. Instead he patted Frodo's shoulder and said, "That's just the nature of tulips. Only there to give us a few weeks joy."
"If we could hold them from passing...but no, that's foolish." Frodo smiled and seemed to come back to himself. "Never mind me, Sam."
Sam cleared his throat. "Is there anything I can get for you, sir?"
"No," Frodo managed a smile. "You've already given me all I need." He gazed at the clusters of tulips and his eyes softened and misted.
Sam now wept in his garden, but the pain eased and the tears fell on petals like dew. He knew with sudden clarity that in a distant, green land his master had bloomed again.