If I Could Be Where You Are

Inspired by the song If I Could Be Where You Are by Enya

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Where are you this moment?

Only in my dreams.

You’re missing, but you’re always

A heart beat from me.

If I could be close beside you

If I could be where you are.

If I could reach out and touch you,

And bring you back home…

Is there a way I can find you?

Is there a sign I should know?

Is there a road I could follow,

To bring you back home…

To me?

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I sit at the window, watching the rain fall down across the Shire. The landscape is dreary and saddening. The trees are gone, replaced by them houses those horrid men made. They’ve dug up the Hill, invaded Bag End and turned the Gaffer out into the streets!

Whoever is in charge of these men, whoever has ordered this, is an evil, cruel person, if ‘tis even human. I shudder, thinkin’ of it. If only my Sam hadn’t left!

But… what could ‘e of done if he had stayed. Oh, but I wish he were here.

Where are you, Sam-dear? Why’d you leave? If you’d told me, I would’ve come with you. Wherever you are, I’d at least feel a bit safer bein’ with you. Oh, Da and my brothers won’t let no one touch me, but there’s somethin’ special about bein’ with you.

If I weren’t needed here, I’d run after you and bring you home, you and our Mr. Frodo, and Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin as well. Wherever you are, I know you’re comin’ home to me. And when you come home, I know you’ll set things to rights.

I haven’t told anyone this, but I’ve been expecting you home since spring. I’ve a feelin’ you’ve got some unfinished business out there in the wild, and then you’re home to me.

Don’t you worry, I’m still waitin’ for you. My heart, my love, myself, all of it, is yours and will be yours forever, my Sam.

I sigh, and my brother Jolly glances at me.

“You all right, Rosie-lass?” he asks, gettin’ up and sittin’ next to me.

I nod. “Just thinkin’ about Sam,” I reply. “I hope ‘e’s safe.”

Jolly smiles at me sadly, like he’s smilin’ at a bairn who doesn’t know any better. “Rosie, it’s been over a year since he left.”

“I know, Jolly Cotton, and don’t you go tellin’ me he ain’t comin’ back, because he is, I know it.” I glare at him, then glance back out my window.

I feel his hand on my shoulder and suddenly regret my words. “I’m sorry, Jolly. I didn’t mean to snap like that.”

He pulls me into a hug an’ tugs on one o’ my curls.

“’Tis fine, Rosie-lass. I know you’re still hopin’ and it was wrong of me to try an’ stop you,” he says.

“He is comin’ back,” I say again.

“All right, I’ll believe you.” He says it just to make me happy. I know it. But it does make me happy, no matter. He hugs me, smiles, then goes off, and I stare back out the window.

Just come to me soon, my love! I’m still waiting for you!

~Finis~