Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. “Well, I’m back,” he said.
I am jealous of Rosie for several things. Most prominently and most importantly, because she gets to marry the AMAZING Samwise Gamgee, who I consider my husband.
I am also very jealous of her hair. I WANT CURLY HAIR, DAMNIT. It’s so gorgeous and boingy. :D
Rosie and Samwise
STOP STEALING MY HUSBAND, YOU EVIL BITCH.
IT SHOULD BE ME HE’S KISSING. I SHOULD BE HAVING SAM’S BABIES.
Can I be Rosie?? PLEASE SAM, MARRY ME!!!!