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11 October 2011 @ 03:34 am
Fic: ‘His final thought.’  
Title: His final thought
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: The destruction of Mordor.
Summary: Sam has only one thought in the midst of chaos.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Oh, Sam.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


He coughs, choking on ash tumbling through the air. “You rest Mister Frodo,” he says, patting his unconscious master’s arm. Fire streaks through the air; flame and ash, he thinks, are good but not when they’re stranded on a slowly melting island of rock in the middle of Mordor.

He pats his master’s arm again, lying beside him. He looks at the orange gold streaming through the air, surrounded by ash; only one thought rises as he pulls his cloak around him. “Rosie Cotton,” he murmurs. “How I woulda liked to marry ‘er.”

Then he closes his eyes, weariness shoving him to rest.
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on October 11th, 2011 10:40 am (UTC)
Aww... Sam....
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on October 11th, 2011 01:59 pm (UTC)
Give 'im a hug!
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: HPdramionefirerainangel_in_tears on October 11th, 2011 11:55 am (UTC)
Oh Sam ♥ That's beautiful and sad and I just want to hug him :)
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on October 11th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
I just want to hug him :)
So do I; I just can't help it.