where there's life, there's hope

But I love him, whether or no.

[galbasi]

( # 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖 ) Where there's life, there's hope, as my Gaffer used to say. Steadfast and loyal gardener, tender to Bag End. A private and independent blog for Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Abiding adapted canon conjunct to @ineder (who made my lovely header 💚). By Avram. He/Him. 28.

[atdawn]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS The Return of the King

[galbasi]

I never had the courage to ask you if you'd kiss me.

Sam furrowed his brow, in a thoughtful expression. "Doesn't sound like you," he added after a moment, adjusting himself on the wood fence, scraping grass from his trousers. He almost wanted to pretend he didn't hear what Frodo had told him (was it because he wanted to hear it again, or because he'd found himself in shock, at the crossroads of their relationship?)

It was a quiet, solemn walk back to Bag End. The hunter's moon hung low, barely grazing the horizon among the blue hills as Sam and Frodo stood in front of Frodo's Hobbit Hole. It had been two years since the Hobbits had returned to The Shire, and structurally, was finally starting to feel like home again after Saruman's scouring. Two years to the day, and Merry and Pippin, amongst the other Hobbits, had decided to throw a celebration at the Dragon for the resilience of their home. Sam had noticed Frodo was contemplative, and less social than usual. Offering to take him on a walk, they found themselves home again. Sam had grown closer to Frodo than he'd ever believe to be close to anyone, excusing his own future children, he believed.

The gardener was silent, staring at Frodo's serious expression. He took his hand, voice softening. "Courage, I mean. You've got more courageousness than anyone I know, that's for certain," he waited for the older Hobbit's face to turn, but it wouldn't budge. "Besides, why are you speaking in the past tense, and all? Sam is here, your Sam is right here," he gently stroked the fine brunette hairs on the Hobbit's hand. Since their journey they'd become more physically affectionate, often letting touches linger, spending nights together in Frodo's plush bed, clinging to each other as if they still had to retain each other's body heat to survive. That hadn't been true for a long time now, but the habit stayed. Sam couldn't picture life any other way. "Have you got it now? Please say you have."