Oh, last night Sam was so happy to have me home but it’s like he couldn’t trust I was really there unless he could also see Chris. He kept waking me up and going to Chris and crying until I went with him to see Chris. And then we’d sleep a bit and then he’d start pacing so I went back to my room so Chris’ didn’t get woken and that would last for ten minutes and he’d get up and cry until we went back.
I just got done talking a bath and Sam insisted on being in the tub. He likes to sit by the drain and doze in the hot water and I mostly just wanted to soak for as long as possible. He no longer has such a broken porcelain skin texture now. He got a massage and shampoo. He keeps trying to get me to play but then doesn’t want to leave my sight to actually play fetch
Porcelain neck. He looks so dumb. It’s basically like a blown coat but it’s all millimeters long furs and skin.
I would just wake up to see him sleep staring at me. I think my favorite was his face in my sweater pocket,
Sam just doesn’t understand why Chris isn’t happy. He worked so hard to drag Chris’ heavy work sweater to the opposite side of the buulding. That’s where Sam did the special new service he’s offering . They’re custom water bed. With just a small monthly fee he can keep on the preventative maintenance (it’s putting it into his waterbowl.
Full memory flooded back, and Sam cried aloud: ‘It wasn’t a dream! Then where are we?’
And a voice spoke softly behind: 'In the land of Ithilien, and in the keeping of the King; and he awaits you.’ With that Gandalf stood before him, robed in white, his beard now gleaming like pure snow in the twinkling of the leafy sunlight. 'Well, Master Samwise, how do you feel?’ he said.
But Sam lay back, and stared with open mouth, and for a moment, between bewilderment and great joy, he could not answer. At last he gasped: 'Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What’s happened to the world?’
'A great Shadow has departed,’ said Gandalf, and then he laughed and the sound was like music, or like water in a parched land; and as he listened the thought came to Sam that he had not heard laughter, the pure sound of merriment, for days upon days without count. It fell upon his ears like the echo of all the joys he had ever known. But he himself burst into tears. Then, as a sweet rain will pass down a wind of spring and the sun will shine out the clearer, his tears ceased, and his laughter welled up, and laughing he sprang from his bed.
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, “The Field of Cormallen”
As Sam stood there, even though the Ring was not on him but hanging by its chain about his neck, he felt himself enlarged, as if he were robed in a huge distorted shadow of himself, a vast and ominous threat halted upon the walls of Mordor. He felt that he had from now on only two choices: to forbear the Ring, though it would torment him; or to claim it, and challenge the Power that sat in its dark hold beyond the valley of shadows. Already the Ring tempted him, gnawing at his will and reason. Wild fantasies arose in his mind; and he saw Samwise the Strong, Hero of the Age, striding with a flaming sword across the darkened land, and armies flocking to his call as he marched to the overthrow of Barad-dûr. And then all the clouds rolled away, and the white sun shone, and at his command the vale of Gorgoroth became a garden of flowers and trees and brought forth fruit. He had only to put on the Ring and claim it for his own, and all this could be.
In that hour of trial it was the love of his master that helped most to hold him firm; but also deep down in him lived still unconquered his plain hobbit-sense: he knew in the core of his heart that he was not large enough to bear such a burden, even if such visions were not a mere cheat to betray him. The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command.
–J.R.R. Tolkien The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, “The Tower of Cirith Ungol”
[ID: a photo of a digitally painted tarot card depicting the Dead Marshes, a marsh filled with ghostly corpses and small blue flames. In the distance walk three figures, Sam, Frodo, and Gollum. The card border is made of vines, rings, and elvish writing, and is labeled: “V of Swords” /ID]
Lord of the Rings Tarot: V of Swords: The Dead Marshes sustain the remains of a bitter battle
i. The time that 3 and some half men invaded your home
Fellowship x reader, Modern AU
Lord of the rings
Word count:4.45k
Warnings: Language, confused everyone, boromir is indeed alive.
A/N: This is my very first LotR fan fiction and my very first series too. Saw something similar but was like abandoned so I’m kinda just doing my own, hope you like it. It is set in the modern world (a.k.a 2021 New York without corona) and at the end of the Fellowship of the Ring movie, yet, Boromir is alive. **please denote how old this shit is**
The clock hands sat past 11 in the morning yet the sun was not shining high up in the pastel blue sky like the past days, instead, the sky was colored in tints of grey as clouds were all the eye could see and the signs of soon rain were very noticeable.
Anyways, that did not affect your mood at all, it was your free week at work and it has been a while since the last one and you were determined to make the most out of it, first, by cleaning your apartment. You had already reorganized the closet by color, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, organized the bookshelves, and had just finished to pick up all the non-useful stuff in the house, right now, you were kicking the back door of the building open just so you could let the boxes of useless items in the garbage bin located right at the back of the building in a lonely and surprisingly secure alley, out of the main street view.
The stack of heavy boxes made an almost dead sound as they hit the floor beside the bin, you stretch, trying to avoid your back to sore later on, and just before you turn to leave, you hear a weird noise, making you to snap your head up in alert.
