Here they are! My fit of inspiration didn't last to my Sam Drabbles, unfortunately so I'll add them as I write them.

Disclaimer: Once again, I take no credit for any of these characters, aside from Celandine, Lindy and Matthais.

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Celandine walked down the lane towards Bag End.

A figure across the street caught her attention and she turned to see Bell Gamgee, holding her six-month-old son, Samwise. “Celandine, thank goodness! Would you watch Sam for a while? I’ve been trying to get a moments peace and I simply can’t!”

Celandine took the brown-eyed baby and smiled at Bell’s relieved face. Celandine walked over and greeted Bilbo and Frodo, holding Sam on her hip.

“Who’s this?” Bilbo asked.

“Hamfast’s son, and Frodo’s new neighbor.” Celandine replied, watching the gaze that passed between Sam and Frodo. Maybe they’ll become friends. Maybe…

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“Never seen such an obedient child!” Lindy exclaimed.

Celandine smiled at her friend and nodded. “Yes, Sam’s a keeper!”

Sam wriggled to get down and Celandine carefully set him on the floor. The brown-haired toddler slowly walked towards the table. He wobbled and grabbed the table leg to steady himself, then continued.

Celandine grinned.

“I s’pose it comes of being second youngest. All the obedience ended up in him.” Lindy mused.

Celandine nodded, then winced as a loud crash and a yelp came from the kitchen. “Although every child has its moments.” she sighed as she went to Sams’ aid.

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“’ello, Mrs. Brandybuck.”

Celandine stopped and turned to Sam. “Hello, Sam. How are you?”

The five-year-old smiled at her. “Good. Where’re you off to?”

“Bag End. Why?”

“Jus’ curious.” The lad gazed towards Bag End. “Bag End’s where Mr. Frodo and Mr. Bilbo live, right?”

Celandine smiled. “Yes.” “Why’re you goin’ there?”

“To visit. I haven’t seen them in a long time.”

Sam cocked his head at her. “’ow long ‘ave you known them?”

“Since Mr. Frodo was younger than you.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “That’s a long time.”

Celandine grinned. “Yes. Why do you want to know?”

“Jus’ curious.”

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Celandine watched Sam slowly and timidly trail after Frodo. Despite the twelve-year difference, Sam adored Frodo and would follow him anywhere if he was bidden. Celandine smiled as she watched Frodo patiently wait for the younger lad, then set off into the woods with him. Celandine knew that the woods were a source of fear for Samwise, for she herself had tried to coax him into the forest to no avail, yet he trusted Frodo so much that he was willing to follow him. I do believe Sam would follow Frodo into a volcano, if Frodo needed him. Celandine thought.

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“Talk to her.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No, I can’t.”

“I simply can’t understand it. You’re crazy about Rosie Cotton, but whenever she looks your way, you freeze!”

“You don’t understand. Anyways, why would she want to talk to me?”

“Because you’re charming and sweet and you like her.”

“Thought you was a midwife, Mrs. Celandine, not a matchmaker.”

“I’m both. Now go talk to her.”

“No…..”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What if..she laughs at me?”

“She won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know everything, you stubborn Gamgee. Now go.”

“I don’t know…”

“Go, Sam.”

*sigh* “All right.”

“Good lad.”

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Celandine slammed the door to Bag End irritatedly. “That fellow, is without a doubt the lowest, most repulsive creature that has ever walked the planet!” she vented to Frodo and Sams shocked faces.

Sam cleared his throat. “Um, who?”

Celandine flopped into a chair. “Bill Ferny. Just got back from Bree after being nearly run over by that mans horse. Poor creature, looked half starved.”

Sam and Frodo exchanged glances. Sam blinked several times then said slowly. “Well, perhaps, we’ll do somethin’ about the horse…someday..”

“Lets.” Celandine grumbled, then composed herself and leaned forward. “So, what’s for tea?” she asked cheerily.

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"Allo Mrs. Brandybuck.”

Celandine turned around from selecting tomatoes to see Hamfast Gamgee. “Hello Hamfast. What’re you doing here?”

Hamfast picked up a tomato from a stall and grimaced. “They call this a tomato? Its puny!”

He dropped it back and turned to her. “I’m on my way to the Green Dragon.”

Celandine nodded. “Um…hows your wife?”

Hamfast sighed. “Not the same since…well y’know.”

“Since Sam left?”

Hamfast nodded “’e wasn’t s’posed to be away this long. I meself expected ‘im near two months ago.”

Celandine turned back to the tomatoes. “He’ll be back.” she whispered. “I know he will.”

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“You look wonderful!”

Rosie blushed and fingered the lace wedding gown. “It's beautiful.” she said softly.

Celandine carefully stitched the hem and grinned. “You’re the one who’s beautiful. Poor Sam won’t be able to see straight. There.” she sat back on her heels. “Done.”

Celandine gathered up the extra fabric and sighed. “So nice of your mum to let me help make your gown.” she murmured, peeking out the window. “Sam sure looks fine.”

Rosie craned her neck to see.

Celandine gave her a push towards the door. “You’ll see him soon enough. Now, you’d better hurry. It’s almost time.”

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“Lovely job, Miss Rose!”

Rosie Cotton smiled at Celandine. “Its Mrs. Rose now.”

Celandine rolled her eyes. “You’ll always be little Miss Rose, to me, cutest Cotton I ever delievered.”

Rosie giggled.

Celandine smiled and turned to the baby she held in her arms. “Blue eyes like his Mum and dark hair from some ancestor. What’re you gonna name him?”

“Frodo.” Rosie said.

Celandine looked up sharply. “Frodo?”

Rose looked concerned. “Are you thinking of…oh Celandine..”

Celandine smiled at her through her tears. “Take care of this one, Rose. I have a feeling he’s as special as his namesake is.”