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Antane's Anthology  by Antane

In the great city of Minas Tirith, Sam woke in the night in a bed he thought far too fine for such as himself. Beside him, with a book still open that had been read before falling asleep, slumbered his master. Both of them were wrapped in same purple blanket and fine linen sheets. The gardener had not wanted to use the blanket at all for it seemed much too fair and fancy for him, but let Frodo have it all. The Ring-bearer was just as insistent that Sam be the only one to use it and he wasnít going to go to sleep until his guardian agreed. To prove it, Frodo started reading a long history of Gondor, though he could barely keep his eyes open. Sam knew even though his master was exhausted and needed his sleep, he wouldnít close even one eye before Sam gave in. Still he had learned a thing or two about being stubborn from Frodo and climbed in beside him and with a sigh covered himself and his master with the blanket. He then closed his eyes and bore the blanket as long as he could until, after long experience on the Quest, he knew Frodo was deeply asleep. He then drew it off and put his share over his master who was the one who should be wrapped in glory. That was where such a rich and kingly thing belonged, not covering his own poor self. He was just a simple hobbit. It was Mr. Frodo who deserved such royal treatment, not him. More at peace now, Sam searched for his masterís hand under the sheets and satisfied when it curled around his, he returned to sleep.

Frodo woke later and was rather discomfited to see that Sam had moved the blanket and put it solely over him. The elder hobbit drew it off himself and put it over his faithful guardian who was the one who should be wrapped in glory. That was where such a kingly thing belonged, not covering his own poor self. He was just a simple hobbit. It was his Sam who deserved such royal treatment, not him. More at peace now, the Ring-bearer searched for Samís hand under the sheets and satisfied when it curled around his, he returned to sleep.

In the middle night, Aragorn came to check in on his friends. He saw the arrangement of the blankets and guessed at the cause of their lopsidedness. Gently he drew it over the two of them for they both deserved to be wrapped in glory. For good measure, he also laid the purple cloak he wore as a mark of his office. Over these dear bodies did such a kingly thing belong. He was just a simple man. It was these small beings who deserved royal treatment. He smiled as he leaned down to gently brush their brows with a humble and reverent kiss. He gave one more look at them before he left and smiled. Yes, everything was just right now.





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