"I really would like to see the Elves," Samlad Gardner said in a queer sort of voice, looking out towards the Western sky. Looking up from the chain of namesake blossoms she was threading into a crown, Daisy Gardner gave her (only slightly) younger brother a queer look in turn.
"You know that there aren't any more Elves, Sammie," she said with a frown.
Sammie sighed deeply and shifted where he sat in the grass, crossing his legs. His gaze was still out in the Western sky. "But wouldn't you like to see them again, Daisy? I can't think of a world that's quite right without the Elves."
Daisy thought long and hard on this, then nodded. "I'd like it very much," she said, then bent her head to the task of flowers in her hand.
Sammie smiled.
Sitting there in the sunlight, they were very much extremes of light and dark. Daisy with her golden curls, pulled back from her face, and Sammie with darker curls that sometimes seemed to be plucked straight from the darkest parts of the night. The thing they most had in common were their eyes, though there were times where Sammie's eyes seemed too blue to really be true. For the most he was a smiling sort of boy, his temper something that wasn't often seen. But there were those in Hobbiton and even farther afoot, who thought that Samlad Gardner wasn't a proper sort of hobbit.
But he wasn't very wrong. He was very, very right.
Sammie was still smiling as he closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. "Can't you hear them, Daisy? Their song is so beautiful..."
Daisy lifted her head to retort that he was acting like a loon, but then she paused, and a smile flitted onto her lips, peaceful and calm. "I do, Sammie. I've never heard anything like it."
Their Uncle had gone to the very ends of the earth, once, and had all but died under the burden of his task. And their father had been there with him, and if not for Sam, then Frodo would never have been able to carry himself and the Ring.
But that was then, and this is now.
And sometimes when Sammie smiles and really wants something to be, you really can tell, that he's really, truly wrong.
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