PROPOSAL

Frodo looked out the window of the room he was using at the Cotton’s farm. A small smile touched his solemn features, as he watched the two figures, limned in moonlight beneath the stars, their silhouettes black against the deep indigo night. They drew apart, still holding hands, then their heads came together briefly. Turning, the two figures merged into one shadow as they gazed upward, arms about one another. Drawing apart again, they moved to return to the house, resolving as they drew nearer to the light into the features of Sam and Rosie.

“She said ‘yes’,” Frodo laughed.