LOTR: Samwise Gamgee: 036. Smell
Title: Blossoms
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Samwise, Elanor
Prompt: 036. Smell
Word Count: 339
Rating: G
"Close your eyes, Da!" exclaimed little Elanor as she peeked around the old boxwood that stood twice as tall as she. "And no peeking!"
Sam sat back on his heel and looked at his eldest maidchild with exaggerated afront. "No peeking?" he exclaimed. "Not even a tiny bit?"
"Not even a teeny tiny itsybitsy bit," said she with a shake of her head, golden curls bobbing. "That would be cheating."
"Ah, well then. I'm not the sort to be cheating," he declared. "Alright, my lass." Sam lay aside the sheers with which he'd been trimming the hedgerow and closed his eyes. "There we are. Closed tight as tight can be."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Elanor skipped out from behind the bush, a bouquet of bright summer blooms held tight in her small chubby fists. She carried them to her father and joyfully held out her offering, tickling his nose.
"Why, that's a lily, as certain as I'm a Gamgee," said Sam, falling easily into the familiar game. He tilted his head a bit to the right, as if listening to the flowers rather than smelling their delicate fragrance. "And is that a hyacinthe? No, it's two, I'm thinking, and a bit of clover there as well." His expression turned thoughful, as if considering now what the flowers were telling him. "Those daisies have a fine enough smell but soft and quiet. Not at all like the roses. They like letting folk know they're about, do roses. Especially the red and the yellow ones."
Elanor's eyes grew wide and round as she looked at the red and yellow roses in her hand. "Da! You can smell the colors, too?"
"Now that would be as fine trick as any wizard, wouldn't it?" said Sam as he opened his eyes to her astonished expression.
"Are you a wizard, Da?"
"Bless me, no!" he laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. "But it's a poor sort of gardener as doesn't know what blooms were growing in his own dooryard!"
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Samwise, Elanor
Prompt: 036. Smell
Word Count: 339
Rating: G
"Close your eyes, Da!" exclaimed little Elanor as she peeked around the old boxwood that stood twice as tall as she. "And no peeking!"
Sam sat back on his heel and looked at his eldest maidchild with exaggerated afront. "No peeking?" he exclaimed. "Not even a tiny bit?"
"Not even a teeny tiny itsybitsy bit," said she with a shake of her head, golden curls bobbing. "That would be cheating."
"Ah, well then. I'm not the sort to be cheating," he declared. "Alright, my lass." Sam lay aside the sheers with which he'd been trimming the hedgerow and closed his eyes. "There we are. Closed tight as tight can be."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Elanor skipped out from behind the bush, a bouquet of bright summer blooms held tight in her small chubby fists. She carried them to her father and joyfully held out her offering, tickling his nose.
"Why, that's a lily, as certain as I'm a Gamgee," said Sam, falling easily into the familiar game. He tilted his head a bit to the right, as if listening to the flowers rather than smelling their delicate fragrance. "And is that a hyacinthe? No, it's two, I'm thinking, and a bit of clover there as well." His expression turned thoughful, as if considering now what the flowers were telling him. "Those daisies have a fine enough smell but soft and quiet. Not at all like the roses. They like letting folk know they're about, do roses. Especially the red and the yellow ones."
Elanor's eyes grew wide and round as she looked at the red and yellow roses in her hand. "Da! You can smell the colors, too?"
"Now that would be as fine trick as any wizard, wouldn't it?" said Sam as he opened his eyes to her astonished expression.
"Are you a wizard, Da?"
"Bless me, no!" he laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. "But it's a poor sort of gardener as doesn't know what blooms were growing in his own dooryard!"