Written for Lindelea for her birthday. A Rosie/Sam drabble. 
 
 
 

The Proposal

Sam stares at her in disbelief. Had he misheard her? Or had everything turned upside-down when Mr. Frodo departed the Shire? Mr. Fredegar a rebel; Mistress Lobelia a heroine. Now this.

“Well Sam?” Rosie asks again. “Won’t you marry me?”

“I’m supposed to be asking you!” Sam protests.

“So ask me already. After two years, you should know what the answer will be,” Rosie says.

Sam takes her hand, cold with nerves as his own. He swallows, takes a deep breath. “Will you marry me, Rosie?”

“I will Sam,” Rosie answers.

They kiss then and everything is right again.
 
 
 
 

GF 1/24/09