A/N: Welcome home, Queen Galadriel! I’ve missed you, as I’m sure everyone else has. We’ve both had many adventures while you were away, and now you’re home. I can’t wait to hear them all. This is dedicated to you. You are much more like my Sam than a High Elven Queen. Welcome home and enjoy this story! This is sort of a sequal to "The Thirteenth of March."

To my dear other readers: My apologies if Sam was indeed gone longer/shorter than a month. Please inform me if I have erred. Hannon le! ~Frodo Baggins

So Much To Tell

Sam is coming home. He’s been gone for a month now. Rosie and I have been waiting anxiously for him. So much has happened while he was away for the month of March. On the thirteenth, I had my anniversary illness. That is over now, and I do feel quite better. However, I have missed Sam. I need him. Despite that I am feeling better, the Shadow still lingers, and I do not sleep well.

I do not wish to stand in the lane waiting for him. I will get too agitated doing nothing. So I walk to the Cottons’s barn and busy myself tending to Strider. He blows his sweet breath on me and welcomes me with his large, liquid brown eyes. They almost remind me of Sam’s eyes, like he can read my heart with compassion and love. Such thoughts are silly, I suppose. And yet I have found that Strider (the one with four legs) can listen as well - or better - than most others. Strider pricks his ears and almost as soon as he does so, I can hear it too. Hoofbeats on the lane! I hurriedly give Strider a pat and rush out to meet Sam. Rosie beats me to it, and I politely study the interesting cloud formation over head while Sam greets his new wife. I am brought back to Middle Earth when Sam calls my name. "Mr. Frodo!"

He meets me halfway and we embrace. Involuntarily, my hands start to shake, my throat stops up with suppressed emotion and I can feel a single tear make it’s way down my cheek. Hurriedly, I wipe it away. I drink in Sam’s calming presence. He’s back. He’s safe. It is only just now that I realize how much I worried about him.

Sam pulls back to study me. I can see concern in his eyes, but he tries to hide it by saying, "Oh, Mr. Frodo. I’m glad you’re all right. How was everything?"

"Fine." I lie. At least, not really. The Shadow has fled. For now. "There is so much to tell you!" So much besides the Thirteenth, that is. Many interesting things have happened during my job as Deputy Mayor, and progress on Bag End is going wonderfully. Sam will eventually learn of my illness, but I do not wish to worry him now. Not yet. There will be time for that another day.

"Frodo, after dinner, I think we should catch up over a cup of tea."

"I agree. I want to hear all about your trip."

"Dinner, lads!" Rosie chirps, poking her head out of the kitchen.

"We’ll be in in a moment, my love."

Rosie blushes at the name and ducks back in the kitchen.

"The Quest was good for you, Sam." I say after studying him for a moment. It took him that long to tear his eyes away from the doorway where Rosie had been moments before.

"How so?" He is obviously amused.

"Well, it certainly has made you more bold. You could be a lonely, miserable bachelor and Rosie could be lost to another lad." I give him a playful shove and race inside for supper. Rosie is an excellent cook.

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The End.

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Special Author’s Note!! Don’t worry, don’t worry. Sam will find out about the Thirteenth illness. But that’s for another story. You’ll just have to wait and see! :) -Frodo Baggins

Copyright Frodo Baggins 2006

A/N: I apologize. Well, not really, but...anyway. Ahem. I couldn’t resist writing another welcome home story for you, Queen Galadriel. The truth is, I simply couldn’t decide between this one and the other one. So, I decided that I’d write them both. Nothing is too much for my Sam! :) Once again, welcome home! Im mil le! This is in the same universe as "A Piece of the Shire", where Frodo can hear his loved ones from the Eastern shore of the Undying Lands.

Reunion at the Grey Havens

Gandalf walked along the shores. It was the afternoon. The sun was beginning to swing low. The white sands were warm, but not too hot. The waves lapped the shore as the breeze rustled the brown and now silver specked curls of the small figure Gandalf was approaching.

The Maia watched amused as Frodo Baggins paced back and forth along the shore. This had become the spot where everyone looked for Frodo first. For it was in this spot Frodo sought solitude. It was also here that Frodo came to listen to his loved ones.

It was curious what had happened to Frodo in the Undying Lands. When the Ring was destroyed, it had taken at least a year for Frodo’s proper age to catch up with him. But then he had come to the Undying Lands, and since then, age had not touched him. At first this had worried Frodo. But when he had found healing, he no longer saw it as a concern.

Suddenly, the Hobbit caught sight of Gandalf. He half frowned and half smiled. Gandalf laughed at the Hobbit’s obvious consternation. "Where is he?" Frodo asked. Gandalf knew what he meant. Sam was coming home today. Frodo had been impatiently waiting for the ship to come since he first laid harry foot on the White Shores. And now the day had finally arrived.

"It will be here soon, my dear boy. Don’t go worrying yourself too much. Sam would not like that."

Frodo sighed. "Well, he had better hurry up and get here, or I shall certainly go mad. Can’t the Elves use their powers to make the ship hurry?"

But Frodo didn’t have to go mad, and Gandalf did not have the time to answer. The clear warning bell resounded from the port. A ship could be seen on the horizon! Frodo raced like the wind to the port. Gandalf chuckled to himself. ‘Just like he was when he was a young lad.’ He thought to himself.

This ship came to port much too slowly for Frodo. When he could make out figures at the rail, he saw the gap in Elvish heads that he wanted to see. Sam! The gangplank was lowered and Sam was off first. He ran down to meet Frodo, who was wearing a grin so wide, Sam fancied it would split his face any moment. They embraced tightly, and everything and everyone melted away. Both friends had tears of joy in their eyes. "Oh, Sam. Oh, my Sam!"

"Mr. Frodo!" They clung to each other for a few more moments. And then they parted, holding each other at arms length.

"Look at you!" Frodo said, reaching for one of Sam’s grey curls. "You look older than I do!"

Sam laughed. "Oh, I’ve missed you so, Frodo."

"And I you. There is so much to tell you. And so much I need to hear."

"Yes, Frodo, dear. So much has happened, I don’t know where to begin."

"Let’s begin with a meal and then we can start at the beginning."

"That sounds good to me, Mr. Frodo."

Gandalf watched as the two reunited friends made their way to Frodo’s house. He caught snatches of their conversation. "You don’t live in a tree, do you?" Frodo’s clear, free laughter rang back. It was good to see the two together again. Yes, it was as it should be.

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The End.

Copyright Frodo Baggins 2006