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| Chapter 11: | |||||||||||||||||||
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| It's something you will never know | |||||||||||||||||||
| Just how much you meant to me | |||||||||||||||||||
| Look down deep inside yourself and you will see | |||||||||||||||||||
| What is left after the rain. ******************************************* |
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| The sky was gray, the thick layer of dark clouds obscuring the view of the blue heavens. The storm had lessened its fury. Only in the distance could the strikes of lighting be seen jutting ragged paths across the horizon. Filled with the humidity that often comes after such a storm, the air was filled with a dense mist. The mist was all that was left from the downpour that had been falling only a few hours prior. | |||||||||||||||||||
| The evidence of those downpours could be seen on the earth and on the roads all throughout Hobbiton. Large puddles were scattered across the ground, and even where no puddles were present, the ground squished under one's foot from all the moisture. | |||||||||||||||||||
| There was one such puddle right outside a small Hobbit hole in the side of a large hill. Reflected in the clear water of the puddle could be seen the forlorn and weary face of a young Hobbit lad. The wet air made his golden curls hang over his face limply. They almost, but not quite, hid his sorrow-filled brown eyes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| A single large raindrop (or was it a tear?) fell into the puddle, disturbing the calm surface into forming little ripples across the water. With a distracted thought, the young lad mused that the small ripples looked almost like miniatures of what he would imagine ocean waves to look like. But that was silly. Who was he to guess anything about the ocean? | |||||||||||||||||||
| As the lad sat there, he heard the telltale sounds of feet on the wet ground. He didn't look up. | |||||||||||||||||||
| "Sam?" The person behind him spoke quietly. The one small word was followed by silence. Wordlessly, Frodo sat down beside his little friend. For a long moment, they were both silent and avoided each other's gazes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Suddenly, Sam turned and threw himself at the older lad, burying his face into Frodo's shoulder and sobbing miserably. Frodo knew better than to try to offer any comforting words at this point. He simply held the small lad in a gentle hug and rubbed his back to help soothe the heavy sobs. | |||||||||||||||||||
| At last, Sam raised his tear-streaked face to look at Frodo. His lower lip quivered as he tried to speak. "Mr. Frodo, I think my kite is broken." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Fighting back tears of his own, Frodo held the boy closer. He could hardly bear to see him so distressed. Finally, Frodo leaned over and whispered softly into Sam's ear, "Then I'll help you build a new one." | |||||||||||||||||||
| The clouds broke, and a single ray of sunshine beamed down through the thick mists to bathe the two hobbits in the morning light. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Back to Lord of the Rings fanfiction | |||||||||||||||||||
| Epilogue | |||||||||||||||||||
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