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Joy Hereafter by Semyaza (PG)
Fandom: LORD OF THE RINGS
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
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semyaza
Author Website: Two Crows For Mirth
Why this must be read: This is a beautiful little heartbreaker about Sam's acceptance and grief as his time winds down. The descriptions of the Shire, and of Sam's state of mind and memory, are vivid and bittersweet.
"Muck going and muck coming back," Sam says as he steps through the gate from Grange Lane. If Mr. Bilbo's dwarf boots are still hidden behind that stack of seedboxes in the potting shed, he'll fetch them out directly and give them a fresh coat of dubbin. He's too old to wander about the countryside with wet feet in all weathers. The garden will rest below a pall of fog by nightfall and a stout pair of boots will be most welcome when he earths up the leeks on the morrow. A fellow who can barely recollect his one hundredth birthday doesn't mind folk saying he's crack-brained as long as his feet are dry.
Cracked or no, he isn't so muzzy-headed that he could forget a village stripped bare of chestnuts because the wood had gone for fences and spiked gates and dirty, tarred huts. Nor has he forgotten the unlooked for bounty of that first crop after replanting. It came sooner than was altogether natural in trees that were otherwise slow to fruit, for despite a smutch of powder in the hole, a tree will grow at its own unruffled pace, and a master gardener in whom patience was planted deep during the long trek through dark country can be surprised to find that his saplings are suddenly higher than an oliphaunt.
Sam knows that he was only a means by which a great work might be wrought, but so it is for everyone and none go unrewarded.
Joy Hereafter (LJ)
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Author on LJ:
semyazaAuthor Website: Two Crows For Mirth
Why this must be read: This is a beautiful little heartbreaker about Sam's acceptance and grief as his time winds down. The descriptions of the Shire, and of Sam's state of mind and memory, are vivid and bittersweet.
"Muck going and muck coming back," Sam says as he steps through the gate from Grange Lane. If Mr. Bilbo's dwarf boots are still hidden behind that stack of seedboxes in the potting shed, he'll fetch them out directly and give them a fresh coat of dubbin. He's too old to wander about the countryside with wet feet in all weathers. The garden will rest below a pall of fog by nightfall and a stout pair of boots will be most welcome when he earths up the leeks on the morrow. A fellow who can barely recollect his one hundredth birthday doesn't mind folk saying he's crack-brained as long as his feet are dry.
Cracked or no, he isn't so muzzy-headed that he could forget a village stripped bare of chestnuts because the wood had gone for fences and spiked gates and dirty, tarred huts. Nor has he forgotten the unlooked for bounty of that first crop after replanting. It came sooner than was altogether natural in trees that were otherwise slow to fruit, for despite a smutch of powder in the hole, a tree will grow at its own unruffled pace, and a master gardener in whom patience was planted deep during the long trek through dark country can be surprised to find that his saplings are suddenly higher than an oliphaunt.
Sam knows that he was only a means by which a great work might be wrought, but so it is for everyone and none go unrewarded.
Joy Hereafter (LJ)