*walks up a bit bashfully, hands behind his back and looks waaayyyyy up*
Excuse me? Erm, beggin' your pardon, and sorry to be botherin' you, sir, but, well, you seemed as if you could be usin' a bit of these.
*Samwise brings forth what he's been hiding, a small pot of tiny white, star-shaped elvish flowers called elanor from his own garden. The flower pot has been painted a bright yellow by his youngest son, Tolman-lad. He sets the flower pot down at the imposing figure's feet and shyly backs away*
It's not much, truth be told, and I'm sorry for that, but they always do seem to brighten my day. I hope they help yours.
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Excuse me? Erm, beggin' your pardon, and sorry to be botherin' you, sir, but, well, you seemed as if you could be usin' a bit of these.
*Samwise brings forth what he's been hiding, a small pot of tiny white, star-shaped elvish flowers called elanor from his own garden. The flower pot has been painted a bright yellow by his youngest son, Tolman-lad. He sets the flower pot down at the imposing figure's feet and shyly backs away*
It's not much, truth be told, and I'm sorry for that, but they always do seem to brighten my day. I hope they help yours.
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...Thank you. Although I have nowhere to keep them...
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