ââm âere,Mister Frodo.â Samwise commented,pressing his hand lightly against his friendâs temple in order to indicate that he was, in fact, quite real - and that Frodo was not imagining his gardener besides him. It was a repeated phrase that the male often found himself saying regularly, reassuring his master that he was there, and had never left his side; sometimes, he wondered briefly whether Frodo would need the phrase any more one day, and that the gardener wouldnât have to repeat it as his friend would realise that he was - and always had been - there for him. âDonât yâ worry.â He added, keeping his hand where it was, even as the other Hobbit reached up to feel the reality of his existence - sensing how Frodo tensed up once he realised that Samwise was real - that this wasnât some sort of night terror that had struck him once more. Though, the uncertainty was still there as the youngest Gamgee listened to the rest of Frodoâs hazy-ramblings.
The dejection was clear in Frodoâs tone â and oh, how it caused a great ache in Samwisesâ heart! It was as though his dear friend was giving up for real this time; wishing away the time it took to finally release him of reality, and it caused a lump to appear at the back of the gardenerâs throat as he heard how his master felt. How he felt as though he did not deserve the attention of his gardener, or how he expressed his concern of holding Samwise back from the happiness he deserved; to marry Rosie, for they both knew the favour he held towards her, and to make a life back in The Shire where he would later carry on the Gamgee name. âDonât yâ say thaâ. Donât go makinâ assumptions,Mister Frodo, âcos itâs jusâ the lack of sleep makinâ yâ say these things.â He protested,swallowing the lump in his throat,finally.
Perhaps he should have let his friend be, allowed him to carry on toward Rivendell by himself, but Samwise refused to let that thought wonder into his conscience. Determination brought him where he was now, and he sure as thunder was not about to turn around and head back towards Hobbiton, knowing that his master was in a delusional state that would surely end him seeing his last sunset. He was a devoted friend, that was all â and he was prepared for any prevention set forth by his master, which he was most likely to ignore out of the goodness in his heart, and a level-headed plan to see his friend to Rivendell for a much needed rest.Â
When Frodo eventually opened his eyes to glance over at Samwise, the gardener felt the effect of his sorrowful stare as goosebumps lined his arms, causing the tiny hairs to stand up in an unknown shock to his system. Except it wasnât so unknown, as Samwise knew the cause for his fright; admittance. Â The admittance of Frodo knowing that he could no longer be saved, that he was a changed Hobbit, and that The Shire was all but a distant memory of the what-used-to-beâs, and what-has-beenâs. He was giving up, and Samwise couldnât bare the thought no longer. âI can never know the full effect of the ring, but Iâve seen enough tâ know thaâ yerââ no longer the Frodo thaâ I loved dearly ââsufferinâ, anâ yâ need tâ carry on,Mister Frodo. Itâll be difficult,I know, but with me by yer side,Iâll make sure thaâ thingsâll be alrighâ in the end. Jusâ yâ hear thaâ now, this promise of mine.â
With the laziness of dawn, the streets outside were yet to be bustling with residents creating noise, but the room that the two Hobbits were in felt as though there were a thousand eyes set upon them. It was quiet as a winterâs night, yet there seemed to be amplified sounds of pleas that appeared in Frodoâs tone; no more subtle than a hunter in a forest stalking his game, but it was loud enough for Samwise to notice. âPlease,Mister Frodo.â The male quickly digressed when the other released his hold on his gardenerâs hand, before shifting himself away and suddenly placing a wall between them, as he always did when he convinced himself to find no reason to be happy any more.âYâ âave tâ give it a chance. Weâve made it through obstacles during the journey, anâ this is nothinâ compared to the oneâs we faced! If only yâ would listen..â A sigh escaped his lips as he watched the Hobbit struggle with the door, desperately reaching out for a chance to break away from the place, or even indicate to Samwise that he should leave â but neither was happening. Not after everything.Â
Samwise made his way over to his master, meaning to reach and remove Frodoâs hand from the door knob , but he only knew that he would be shunted away. The other Hobbit was in a fragile state, and the gardener did not want to make things worse than it already was by forcing his friend to cease his actions. Once Mister Frodo was set on doing something, he sure as thunder was not going to allow somebody to prevent him from carrying on. âThis break wonât prevent me happiness,no way. Jusâ give me this chance - a chance tâ help yâ more.â Samwise countered, attempting to persuade the other that their journey to Rivendell would not affect the out-come of his own life; he was sure to continue it all the same once he was back in The Shire. At the mention of Gollum, a deep frown creased the gardenerâs forehead as he thought back to the foul creature that was once a Hobbit, but the rude comments were best kept to himself as he didnât wish to bring Gollum into this; it caused nothing but more arguments!
ââm not leavinâ yâ.â Samwise responded, shaking his head as the deep frown remained on his face.âNot this time, not never. Yâ can get rid of me after this journey tâ Rivendell as yâ please, but not so soon!â He explained, a small sternness in his tone as he emphasised his intention to stay, watching as Frodo left the door wide open before suddenly disappearing into the bathroom before Samwise could utter any more words. The worried gardener waited a moment in order to give his master some privacy, until deciding to tend to him as he saw Frodo hunched over the rubbish bin with an unsteady posture â the alcohol must not have agreed with him, or it was the over-whelming pressure from battling against the consequences of the ring. If he was still fighting, Samwise thought heavily.Â
Crouching down besides his friend, Samwise did his best to calm the male down by rubbing circles into his back, as he always did to comfort him in the mornings.âIâll see yâ tâ Rivendell,thaâs a promise.â He spoke in a lowered tone, soothing almost. âJusâ as I saw yâ tâ Mount Doom. Whether yâ want me company or not, âm cominâ with, anâ no amount of protest will prevent thaâ.â It sounded harsh, but the youngest Gamgee had to turn to strictness in order for Frodo to understand that he wasnât alone, that his friend was here, and everything would be plain sailing once they made it to the wonderful city of Rivendell.
âYer not goinâ tâ worry âbout writinâ the book, Mister Frodo, definitely not. Yer goinâ tâ relax, anâ see the Elves â theyâll be kind tâ us, anâ we can spend an eveninâ takinâ a stroll in the nearby forest.â Samwise comforted, a light smile adorning his face as he wished desperately for his master to regain his stableness. âThereâll be food, anâ lovely music, as well as watchinâ them train with swordsmanship and marksmanship. Yâ wouldnât want tâ miss thaâ,Mister Frodo,surely? Come now, we need tâ get yâ dressed for the day ahead - but weâre not settinâ out before we âave a hearty breakfast downstairs.â Â
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