Left in the Dark
She stepped through her round door and allowed herself a moment to stare at the hill and the horizon, then the road that led to the Mill and to Hobbiton. She let her believe for just a minute that a pony would soon clamber up the lane. Or perhaps he would be on foot. Yes, he would be on foot. A bit disheveled, likely, from whatever adventures he had gone through. He would stride surefooted if weary right to her front door. And he would smile and say, “I’m home.” Samwise would return to her. Rosie was sure of it.