Uncle Bliss was sick. Very sick. Sick enough that all the servants in the temple were very busy trying to tend to him and his wife, Joan. Sick enough that when two of his friends came to visit, Joxer and Iolaus, they stayed to help watch over him. So sick, in fact, that even Aille didn't have time to spend with her. And her Daddy . . . he was
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When the door opened, a single light poured out from a candle, "I am sorry to disturb you and your family at this hour Master Samwise..." she took a deep shuttering breath, tears starting to slip down her cheeks once again, "but I must see my daughter right away..." she swallowed, knowing this kind hobbit knew Smith as well, "Her father... my hus..." her voice broke completely for a moment. "My husband has died... and I need to bring her home."
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"Oh, Lass!" he exclaimed sadly, setting aside the candle in its holder and reaching up to take her hands in his. "That's terrible news and a sad thing indeed! If there's anything I can do . . ."
But of course there was. She wanted to see her daughter and so she would. The poor little one! To lose her father so young, and her being so devoted to the man. There were tears in Sam's eyes. "Come in, my dear. Your maid child is sleeping and --"
Before he could say more, a child's wail, heartbreaking and shrill, echoed down the long hall of Bag End from one of the bedrooms. DADDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .
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Rose Smith was sitting upright in the human-sized bed, her back pressed against the sturdy wooden headboard and her knees drawn up to her chest. She was hugging them tightly, the little stuffed winged lion between legs and chest, and was rocking back and forth. Her eyes were tightly closed and her round little face was bright with tears, her heartwrenching sobs coming from deep down inside . . .
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