by angharad001
Autumn sunlight was creeping into Bag End as Samwise arranged his Master�s breakfast tray with extra care. He�d found a pretty cloth with forget-me-nots sewn into the corners, and he wiped the base of the teapot lest it stain the freshness. There was new-baked bread and creamy butter.
Sam had gathered a spray of late wild-flowers and set them in a small, blue vase on the tray.
Frodo was never really hungry these days but Sam knew that he�d recognise the love that went into these preparations.
He knocked on the door and pushed it open. �Happy Birthday, Mister Frodo.�
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