Sam

Amidst wet kisses thrown his and Rosie’s way, there were mists of sweet fragrance from flowers and perfume. Through the cheers Sam caught a face looking lost in this commotion, a handsome face yet bereft of all light. Suddenly aware of his trembling hands Sam dropped his eyes, his shoulders sagging in guilt. How could he be happy? If there was a traitor in Middle Earth, that would be him and not Gollum.

Frodo

Stolen glances, a hidden sigh of relief. Yes, he looked happy. Sam must be in bliss now that his life was finally complete. And there was nothing Frodo wished other than Sam’s happiness. He was departing but now he would never feel guilty. He would not leave Sam all by himself. For he was not the important one. Sam was.

No matter what.