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Orual · 02-22-2003, 01:42 PM

It was early morning, and all the children were still asleep. After making sure that Rose was okay--even after eight children, Sam was still a bit anxious when his wife was expecting--Sam went back into the study to finish up some work. That was his alibi, at least. He was really trying to get some quiet time in which to think.

The beginnings of sunrise shone in from the little round window above his desk, illuminating the room with its quiet, glowing light. He slid the letter from Cami in front of him again, and looked for a long while at Frodo's name. He'd practically memorized the letter already, but kept re-reading it. Over and over again. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, he did. And yet, he couldn't keep himself from making perfectly sure that he'd read it correctly, that it really said what he thought it did.

Eventually he got to doing some work, but it was half-hearted and after a while began to show that he was preoccupied, so he put it down. It was nothing important, anyway, and certainly nothing that would be hurt by a day's wait.

Finally his family woke, and the day began. But for Sam, the day was simply a preamble to what was coming. And he'd never have to re-read the letter again.

[ February 23, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

02-22-2003, 01:42 PM	#10
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	It was early morning, and all the children were still asleep. After making sure that Rose was okay--even after eight children, Sam was still a bit anxious when his wife was expecting--Sam went back into the study to finish up some work. That was his alibi, at least. He was really trying to get some quiet time in which to think. The beginnings of sunrise shone in from the little round window above his desk, illuminating the room with its quiet, glowing light. He slid the letter from Cami in front of him again, and looked for a long while at Frodo's name. He'd practically memorized the letter already, but kept re-reading it. Over and over again. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, he did. And yet, he couldn't keep himself from making perfectly sure that he'd read it correctly, that it really said what he thought it did. Eventually he got to doing some work, but it was half-hearted and after a while began to show that he was preoccupied, so he put it down. It was nothing important, anyway, and certainly nothing that would be hurt by a day's wait. Finally his family woke, and the day began. But for Sam, the day was simply a preamble to what was coming. And he'd never have to re-read the letter again. [ February 23, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"