Hobbit and Lord of the Rings One- shots/ imagines

Sam #1

Your name is Breña

Your POV

Two months. That's how long it had been since his father retired. Two months since you've spoken with him. You'd seen him of course, in the pub where he goes every night with his best friend Frodo. You'd also seen the looks he'd been sending Rosie when he thought no one was looking. He liked her. That much was visible for everyone to see but it was so much clearer to you. He didn't like her. He loved her. This hurt you even more, he had never spoken to her and yet she caught his attentions faster than you did. Before his father retired, he was the gardener for your family. He had been coming to your house every day for as long as you could remember. Over time, the two of you had become friends. More than once, he said he thought of you as the sister he never had and at the time, you had felt the same way. But now that he was gone, you realized it was more than that. Currently, you were sitting in your living room reading while you prepared your afternoon tea. Your doorbell rang, startling you out of your story. That was odd. No one ever really came over anymore. They had at first, but that had always led to an invitation to the pub that night, which always led to a figurative knife in the heart. Over time, your friends had learned to not invite you. Your doorbell rang again so you got up and went over and looked out your window.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw Sam standing there. With a bouquet of flowers. You ran to your door and reached for the handle. Your hand faltered slightly. Was this some sort of trick? Was he put up to this by your friends? Was it really Sam? Or was it a look-a-like? No, it was him. You were certain of this. Slowly, you grasped the handle and turned it. Your door creaked open to reveal Sam still standing there.

"Breña! I was beginning to think you weren't home!"

"I'm almost always around Sam. You know me, where would I be alside from the market?"

"I dunno....I thought you had a special someone that you stayed with."

"Nope. It's just little ol' me. How's gardening for the Baggins?"

"Just fine. Not as fun as gardening for you though." You suddenly realized that he was still standing outside.

"Oh! How rude of me. Do come in." You stepped aside.

"Thank you Breña. I-uh-picked these for you. Mr. Bilbo let me have them from the garden." He handed me the flowers. They were of all varieties. Lilies to barbertons to daffodils to carnations. And in the middle was a large red rose.

"Oh Sam, they're lovely! Let me put them in some water." You ran to the kitchen and retrieved a large clay vase your mother had made. You put the flowers in and returned to the sitting room where Sam and taken a seat on your sofa.

"They...um....They're an apology."

"An apology? Whatever for?"

"For not coming by to see you. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Sam."

"No, it's not. After all I said about thinking of your as a sister," There is was again. The word sister. More proof that he would never care for you the way you cared for him. "Anyway," He continued, "I suppose that my time away has made me realize something."

"What's that?"

"I–" He was cut off by my kettle releasing a loud whistle, signalling that my afternoon tea was finished.

"Excuse me." You got up, "Would you like any?"

"Yes please. Your tea is the best I've ever tasted."

"It's not that impressive."

"I beg to differ, not even my own mother's can hold a candle to it!" You blushed.

"I'll get you a cup then." You rushed to fill two cups to the brim with tea and carry them back into the sitting room. You handed Sam his and sat back down.

"So, you were saying?" Sam turned red, "What is it?"

"I shouldn't."

"Please, tell me. There have never been secrets between us, do not let that start now."

"I don't think of you as a sister anymore. Not seeing you for two months made me realize that. I love you. If your father was still alive, I would ask for his permission to court you. Since he is not around, I will ask you. Breña, will you do me the honor of accepting my courtship?" You were stunned into silence. Sam took it as a bad sign. "I'm sorry to have put you in this position. I should leave." That snapped you out of it.

"No! Don't go. Of course I'll accept your courtship."