“What are we holding onto, Sam?”
“That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”
Oh Sam, my perfect Sam. How I love thee!!
Blackout poetry - Never forget Sam
By Lily I.
Page 199 from Stephenie Meyer’s New Moon
I think this is the greatest thing I’ve ever created (if I can be so bold)
this is a thing of great beauty
Well… I’m back.
Bofur was just Ridiculously Lovely
FOR REAL THOUGH.
I just want to hug him and love him! If I weren’t already married to Samwise Gamgee, I might marry Bofur. :D
Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam.
The Fellowship of the Ring // The Return of the King
I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise.
It was SO BRIEF CANDICE, I cannot even believe how brief. I hardly got to speak to him at all, but I wouldn’t change anything because what I really wanted was to get a picture with him. Photo ops were $40 and autographs were also $40 and I only wanted to spend money on the picture this time. I thought we may have more time to actually speak, but they ran us through the line so quickly we only got to exchange pleasantries and cuddle up for our picture.
The funny part was I gave the photographer my ticket and receipt by accident so he handed the receipt back to me and I literally had no place to put it because they made you put your purse on a table at the front of the room so you can grab it quickly on your way out. I held it and my first introduction to Sean was walking toward him holding trash and looking confused/slightly disappointed because I didn’t want to be holding trash in my picture with him (the photographers were NOT helpful, very pushy, and kind of rude). Hah! He was so sweet and took the trash from me and said he’d hold it for me.
He was really comfortable and made what is really just an awkward and bizarre situation seem normal. He put his arm around me and we sunk into what felt like a totally natural pose. He was so cuddly/snuggly! (AAAAAAAAAAAAA) As soon as they snapped the picture they had to move me along, so I didn’t get to tell him anything I wanted to, but I am pretty sure I got to side-hug him (it’s literally a blur) and shook his hand.
The REALLY funny part was that when he handed me back my receipt he said “I bet there’s a trash can around the corner,” and I took it back, but before I walked away I squeezed his shoulder and said my heartfelt “Thank you so much, Sean” which was meant for many, MANY things. And even though I KNOW he understood that I was saying it to him for the experience of meeting him and the picture, for how nice he was being to me, and for the countless movie roles I may admire and may have been influenced by… it SOUNDED like my heartfelt moment was directed at the fact that he told me where a trash can might be.
WHATEVER THOUGH. I wouldn’t change a thing. And the next time he comes around, which may be in May, I will get the autograph ticket instead. Bc then I would have already gotten the picture and I would feel ok with getting a signature instead, and THEN I would actually have the time I wanted to chat him up a bit.
Overall, he was so precious I wanted to die tbh.
“But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”