Doom and Taters by Elwen of the Hidden Valley

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B2MeM Prompt:“The gods were gathered on guarded heights, of doom and death deep they pondered. Sun they rekindled, and silver Moon they set to sail on seas of stars.” JRR Tolkien. Path:Purple
Format:ficlet
Genre:Gen
Rating:Gen
Warnings:None
Characters:Sam, Frodo
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes (optional):None
Summary:A summer's eve in the Shire


Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien. I'm only borrowing.

Doom and Taters

“The gods were gathered on guarded heights, of doom and death deep they pondered. Sun they rekindled, and silver Moon they set to sail on seas of stars.” Frodo's voice was scarce more than a whisper, blending with the sigh of grass stroked by a summer wind and the soft flutter of leaves in the trees about them.

Sam frowned a moment but remained content to lie back at his master's side. “That's a big thought, Mr Frodo.”

His reply was a chuckle and Sam smiled to hear that which he had thought lost forever. “It certainly is, Sam, but I can't take credit for it. It was penned many ages ago.” Like Sam, he lay upon his back on the hill which sheltered South Coomb farm. Above them the stars winked in and out and the moon sailed serenely through them, like a ship on some ethereal sea.

Sam listened to Rose Cotton's voice somewhere in the smial below, berating one of her brothers for stealing the last egg, and smiled. Life with Rose Cotton was not going to be boring, of that he was sure. “I reckon I wouldn't want to be one of them gods. My gaffer says he don't hold with ponderin' too deep.”

“Perhaps he's right, Sam. But you must agree, those gods did a fine job.”

“They did that but I think I'll leave such stuff to them. I've had enough doom and death and I'd rather ponder the plantin' of taters.”

Frodo smiled as Earendil's ship peeped over the horizon to commence his nightly journey. He wondered if it had a swan prow, like those that sailed from the Grey Havens into the West.

Mrs Cotton shouted up to them. “Sam, Mr Frodo . . . don't you go fallin' asleep up there. There's tea in the pot and yer beds will be more comfy than that damp grass.”

Sam clambered up, holding out a hand to help a still smiling Frodo to his feet. “We're comin' Mrs Cotton.”

END

Comments

[shirebound]

What a gentle, enjoyable conversation for them both. Frodo and Sam are always teaching one another something the other needs to hear.

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

I think I've done too much RP over the years. Most of my current fic. is based around conversation.

[febobe.livejournal.com]

I loved this, but I have to say my FAVORITE part is that title! LOVE it. Doom and taters indeed! :D

Sam is always so pragmatic. He and Rose are going to make such a fine pair. :)

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

I always wait until I'm ready to post before choosing a title and Doom and Taters sprang out at the end.

[dreamflower]

I love it! Perfect Frodo and Sam moment, but Rosie at the end calling them to tea made me smile.

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

I think they deserved a few hours peace between battle and rebuilding.

[periantari.livejournal.com]

This is a great scene. I love how it's Frodo who started with the quote and then it went to something light instead. How hobbity!

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

Hobbits have a way of turning doom into taters.

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

So glad you managed this difficult prompt! A great glimpse of SAm and Frodo and the Cottons.

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

It was a bit tricky. It was Dreamflower who inspired the idea because I was struggling with it.

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

I found myself nodding agreement with Sam, here :)

[engarian.livejournal.com]

I do love hobbit practicality. How wonderful.

- Erulisse (one L)

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

And Sam is the most practical of all hobbits.