But not just yet. He was writing a letter, another one, to Frodo. He was talking to Frodo. Perhaps Rose would not understand this, just like she would not understand what Frodo really meant to him. Sam loved Rose, but there was a place in his heart saved solely for the one he had safeguarded and carried on his own shoulders.
With a smile, Sam went back to his quill and paper.
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