Basking. It felt so good, lying on the sun-drenched grass, green and soft beneath him.
“Not now, Frodo.”
The smell of stew cooking in the kitchen; a breeze carrying the rich aroma and the sound of his beloved gently singing to herself.
“But Faramir said there were dwarves on the Old Road! If we hurry we might see them!”
“I’m busy, Frodo.”
“You’re doing nothing, Pa.”
As he closed his eyes again his wife was singing a sweet Elvish ditty. He smiled and went back to his contemplation of nothing in particular.
His adventuring days were behind him.
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