Characters/Pairing: The Gardeners
Disclaimer: All of Arda belongs to The Professor.
I attempt to travel through his lands with love and respect.
“A girl!” Sam smiled and reached to touch a silken curl, her tiny perfect fingers. “Oh, Rosie my love, she’s as beautiful as a…”
“No!” Rosie firmly replied.
“But Rosie, I haven’t even said…”
“No! She may be as fair as any flower of the woods or hills, but she’ll not bear the name of any of them.”
“Think again, Samwise Gardener and tell me she is as beautiful as a gem or a star or a smile. But you can’t name all our daughters after flowers. I’ll not be known as the mother of the Gardener’s boquet!”