This is a series of drabbles about Samwise, from Rosie's POV. 
 

Gardener

“Hullo Rosie,” he says shyly, nervously handing me a small box wrapped in plain parchment.

“Happy Birthday, Sam,” I reply, opening the box to find a handful of seeds.

“They’re lilies, your favorite.” He smiles sweetly and takes my hand.

He plants them outside my bedroom window, so I can enjoy them whenever I please. He comes twice a week, and they bloom under his expert hand. It is by those blossoming lilies he promises to love me always. I throw my arms around him. He holds me gently and kisses my cheek.

I love him, my dear, gentle Sam. 
 

Warrior

I’ve been waiting since Spring for Sam’s return. Hope has grown dim. The ruffians are brutal and the Shire is destroyed.

I’m outside, crying into my dying flowerbed when Jolly runs up. He’s excited and pulls me to the front of the house. I ask him what’s happened, but the words never leave my lips.

There he is, sitting tall on a grand pony and dressed in strange metal.

“Hullo Rosie,” he says, his voice clear and confident.

Later, after the fighting, he holds me tightly, reassuring. “Everything will be all right,” he promises.

And I believe him.

I hope.
 

Father

I’m in the kitchen, cooking supper. I pause to stretch my back, my hands resting softly on my swollen belly. Outside, I can hear the children’s laughter ringing through the midday air.

His arms wrap snugly around my waist. Sam’s hands clasp mine as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

“Hullo love,” he says gently and steps back to massage my shoulders.

Elanor spies him through the window. “Dad’s home!” she cries. The children run inside to greet their father. He stoops down to hug them and listen to their daily adventures.

Everything is perfect, just as he promised.
 
 
 
 
GF 12/26/03