5.
There was the quay. The white ship lay waiting.
Sam felt out of place in this exalted company of gentlehobbits, elves and wizards.
But his master had bid him farewell in kind words. Frodo had reminded him of his Rosie, and his Ellie, happily asleep in her cradle at home in their hole right now.
So now Sam kept back, watching the others making their goodbyes. Suddenly there was someone next to him. Sam looked up and into Elrond’s calm, grave face.
“A daughter is the most precious flower any gardener can have. Take good care of your little Elanor!”
Sam felt out of place in this exalted company of gentlehobbits, elves and wizards.
But his master had bid him farewell in kind words. Frodo had reminded him of his Rosie, and his Ellie, happily asleep in her cradle at home in their hole right now.
So now Sam kept back, watching the others making their goodbyes. Suddenly there was someone next to him. Sam looked up and into Elrond’s calm, grave face.
“A daughter is the most precious flower any gardener can have. Take good care of your little Elanor!”
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