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The sun shined down apond the shire, a warm ray of sun splashed on a hobbit garden. The flowers were in full bloom that time of year. Dragonfly swarming around trying to find a stop to rest their wings. Butterfly's, flying and landing on soft flowers and tasting them to see if they fit their hunger. The grass, soft and easy on a hobbits feet. A hand shovel dug into the rich soil. Scooping out extra soil for a fully blossomed plant.

Frodo watched from his bedroom window his gardener. His Samwise Gamgee, was tending to his garden. Frodo thought that Sam was a remarkable hobbit. Humming a well known tune and acting like he and Frodo did not just risked their lives destroying a dammed ring and saving middle earth.

"That Samwise is a queer one" said a samiliar voice behind Frodo

"Uncle!"

"Hello Frodo, I just came to see if you wanted some tea?"

"Aye, thank you uncle"

Bilbo walked out of Frodo's room, and Frodo followed. Once he stepped out of his room, his red nose filed with smells of black tea and sweet macarons. His other uncle, Thorin, sitting at the table.

"Frodo come sit next to your old uncle, why don't you?" Thorin said in a deep voice

"Well of course I will uncle!" Frodo pulled a chair next to his uncle Thorin. Sat down quietly and sipped at his tea. Thorin had beer instead of tea and they both were munching on the macarons. Bilbo, with a smile on his golden face, walked over to the table were his boys were.

"Frodo did you see the flower your uncle got me this moring?"

"You mean the flower Sam is planting right now?"

"The very same"

"I got him a Gladiolus flower, guess the meaning behind the flower?"

Frodo pressed a finger to his temple "Um sassy?"

"Rude, I'm guessing Friendship! Right?"

Thorin chuckled at that.

"Sorry both are wrong, but I like Frodo's guess" Thorin and Frodo both smiled at that.

"You guys are unbelivabale, just tell us the answer Thorin." Bilbo said sternly

"The gladiolus flower means Strength of character. In my opinion, it matches Bilbo perfectly." He looked over to Bilbo "All the time i've been with Bilbo, he's had such a big personality and strength of a dwarf to help get my home back. It takes a lot of will power for a hobbit to get out of his comfort zone to help others. Thats the hobbit I fell in love with."

"Thorin when did you get so sappy, were not young men anymore."

"Oh and 50 was a young age?"

"For hobbits aye" placing his hands to his hips

"Their goes that sassy I also adore" he slowly grabed for Bilbo arm and pulled him towards him.

Bilbo sighed "I dont know what to do with you, but I cant get rid of you" Their fourheads were pressed together. Thorin and Bilbo were grabbing each other sholders.

"You cant ever get rid of me I'm staying by your side, until and after the end."

They kissed each other. Frodo sneaked out of the room. He didint want to be in the same room when his uncles were having a moment. Over all Frodo was happy that they love each other so much, even at old age. The other older hobbits couples in the shire couldn't wait for the other to die. Frodo almost envied their relationship. He was not the romantic type but he didn't want to grow old alone.

"Buts lets not worry about that now Frodo" he said to himself "I have to finish that book before any type of "growing old" starts." He then marched out of the hallway and into the library to work on that book some more.

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The air was crisp and low. Crickets and other bugs were starting to come out of their hidding place and into the open air. The sun was just about hidden behind the hill. Samwise indeed notice the signs of a hard days work. He wiped his forhead with is soil soaked arm. He placed the garding tool he had his hand on the ground.

"Its looks about time I start packing up, I don't want my old Gaffer having to come get me. Poor man, he just wants to work again. Being old must be hard, you don't get to really do the things you want to do anymore, without help. Im just going to have to enjoy my youth while I can." He put his tools in his work bag and got up to go home. He only took a couple of steps and his eyes caught a speck of light coming out of the bag end window. "Looks like Mr Frodo is hard at his work." He knock on the window to the library.

Frodo glanced up at a blond hobbit waving. He knew it was his Sam, he got up from his chair and opened the window. Sam looked a bit shocked that he went and took time away from writing just to personaly talk to him.

"He..Hello Mr Frodo, begging your pardon but I did not want to disract you from your writing, exuse me."

"No trouble at all Sam, really. I have been waited for someone to disract me, I really need a break from writing. My eyes are getting fussy just by looking at all I have writen."

"Phew thanks for that, now I don't feel so bad for waving."

"Do you want to go to the green dragon for some drinks?"

"Aye! I could go for a pint.

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The green dragon was full of drunk hobbits. Some groups here and their in the bar were drinking and talking with their group of friends. Some hobbits were on the table, dancing and singing. Over in the Corner, a small group was playing a game that involved drinking until the bar tender was attractive. Over all the place was very loud. When Frodo opened the door, he got smacked in the face with all the noise.

"Did something happen that I missed today Mr Frodo? The bar is a bit louder then usual."

"I don't know what the commotion is but this looks like just the break I needed." Frodo spotted Mary and Pippin climbing on an empty ale barrel."Mary, Pippin!" Frodo waved. The two lads slowly turned their heads. It took them a couple of seconds to realize that Frodo was calling their name. They stumbled over to the two hobbits at the bar door.

"You guys are drunk off your wits. What's the special occasion?"

"Didn't you hear?" Said Mary sloppily "Rosie going to have a baby, were all celebrating"

"We'll most of us are. For some this is a perfect excuse to just drink some more." Pippin said with a matter of fact look on his face.

"That's great news, now I do have a reason to take a break from my writing"

Sam on the other hand, bowed his head and stared at his feet. When they made it back to the shire after destroying the to ring. He missed his chance to tell Rosie how he felt about her. She was a married women when he came back. Depression was upon him for some months, but he never blamed Frodo for missing the chance. "Their is always a reason for something to happen." He told himself, then he came out of his depression slowly. Now he just does not talk about it, but people who knew about this situation, can still see the left over sadness under his eyes.

Frodo walked with the two drunken lads to their table. Frodo looked over his shoulder and saw Sam still standing in the same place.

"Come on Sam have some ale, I'll even buy!"

"No thanks Mr Frodo, I'm a bit tired. I'm just going to head on home. Have fun, take care of those alcoholics."

Sam turned his heel and closed the bar door. Frodo was a tad disappointed but had a pint shoved in his face. Then he forgot all his worries. He raised his mug in the air. "To being distracted!"

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Frodo waved off his buddy's, who were being pulled away by the bar tender and to be taken home. He finished the last bits of his drink. His head was a bit fussy and legs were floppy, but he managed to walk out of the bar. The air was chilly and stung when a gush of wind came.

"Fool of a took, I forgot to bring my jacket." He thought to himself. Walking up and down the hills was tough for Frodo who was on the edge of being drunk. The wind hit his face pretty bad. His nose turned bright red and was leaking. He found his way to the bag end, but stopped when he heard a faint sob. Frodo's legs couldn't take anymore and gave in. He fell on the house. "Dammit I knew I should not have drunken that last mug." He heard the sob again and his curiosity got the best of him. With the help of the house, he managed to scoot his way to the back of the garden. He got caught on a thorn bush but it did not stop him from finding out the noise. He was a Baggins after all, no body stopped them. Frodo finally made it to the back of the house and was facing the entrance of the backyard garden. The sobbing was closer now. Frodo did not want to give out his presents. He spread out his arms to balance himself and started walking. The wind was not much help, it kept on tilting his legs, almost making Frodo fall over. Then just a few feet in front of him was the bench overlooking the shire, hidden under the Camellia bushes. A hobbit was sitting on the bench, wiping his face with his hands.

"Sam?" Said Frodo in a quiet voice

Sam flinched when he heard his name. He turned his head."Aye" his face was red. His eyes were puffy from crying. His nose was just as leaky as Frodo's . "I'm sorry, I should not be here, but it was the only quiet place I know of." He sniffed a few more times and tried to look presentable.

Frodo knew what the matter was and felt ashamed that he didn't realize it sooner. He felt a great power coming up his throat. He thought he was going to say something to break the silents. But it was vomit. He placed a hand on his belly and up chucked into a patch of shrubs.

"Holy took Mr Frodo!" He blurted out. He stood up and ran over to Frodo. He patted his back. "Your in worst shape then I am, let's get you to bed." Frodo leaned on Sam as he walked him into the house. Their steps had to be soft, for Bilbo and Thorin were asleep. The door creaked open to Frodo's room. He placed the sickly hobbit on his bed and marched to his wardrobe for his night shirt. "I can't leave you for one minute with out something happening to you." He said to himself. Frodo was feeling a bit better after that vomit, but his eyes were getting harder to keep open. Sam got his night shirt and placed it next to Frodo. He unbuttoned Frodo's shirt and once that was off he wiped off the extra vomit that was in Frodo's face with the shirt. He threw the shirt into a dirty hamper. He took off the pants and did the same. "I got your night shirt now Mr Frodo, arms up please." Frodo obeyed and lazily put his arms in the air. The shirt slipped on and Frodo flopped himself onto his pillow. Sam pulled the covers that Frodo was laying in and put it over the hobbit. He then looked to see if the hobbit was content and proceed to leave the room.

"Sam wait." Frodo said with his eyes still closed "I know your upset about the pregnancy, but are you happy for her?"

Sam eyes were watery as he thought about how happy Rosie would be raising her child. "I couldn't ask for anything more"

"You see Sam, thing like this happen for a reason. You might not ever find out why, but in the end it all works out. Trust me. It's ok the cry every once and a while but over all be happy. Don't let that one woman be your whole world. This is your life. It's just that fate didn't want you with her, that's all...that's all...that...s." Frodo fell asleep.

"Things do happen for a reason, I just have to find it." Sam walked out of the bag end and quietly closed the front door.