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My Drabbles from Tolkien Weekly  by Mirkwoodmaiden

The day was cloudy but Sam made a promise. He arrived at the Party Field, shovel and spade in hand. Hole dug, he extracted from his pocket the precious mallorn seed; Galadriel's gift. Into the earth, he patted down the soil with love.  Sprinkled with water, then late autumn sun broke through the clouds and warmed the fresh turned soil.  The seed took root awaiting the springtime. 

Tiny golden leaves push through the soil and are kissed by warmth and light.  Fair April sunshine upon the only Mallorn tree this side of Lorien brings the Lady's light to the Shire.

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