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[bronwe]

Who: Frodo and YOU!
What: fail gardening
When: morning of April 4
Where: by the orchard
Rating: PG

It is warm enough now that Frodo can walk about barefooted without worrying that he might lose both legs to the frost. He remembers how Sam would start his planting at around this time of the year, just when the seasons turn and the sweet smell of spring is almost here. But not quite.

There is a tin bucket of flower bulbs some ways from the apple tree, set beside the small crouched figure digging little holes into the ground with his hands. He has a pile of pulled weeds and rocks on his other side, having cleared a small patch there for his makeshift garden. Planting the bulbs confuses him though. Which way is up and how deep should it go?

Times like these, more than ever, makes him wish Sam were here to give him all sorts of wise advice, and not only for gardening. He can already imagine one hundred and one quips from the hobbit. But his friend isn't here, yet, so Frodo just keeps squinting at the bulb, hoping some revelation will miraculously come to him eventually.

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[bronwe]

He grins, sitting down and crossing his legs as if preparing for a long story. "I said you are important to me," if not most. "Then he said you are special, but you can't tell him I told you!"

[willrememberthat]

It's a mistake, Frodo, because it makes you easily accessible for an enthusiastic little girl hug!

"I won't! I knew you'd say something like that, anyway."

And she knows she's special to Lee.

[bronwe]

Aww but he loves little girl hugs, carefully wrapping one arm around her to pat the small of her back as if a tighter grip might break her. He really isn't sure.

"You did feed me, that goes straight to a old hobbit's heart, I tell you!"