by angharad001
Autumn sunlight was creeping into Bag End as Samwise arranged his Master’s breakfast tray with extra care. He’d found a pretty cloth with forget-me-nots sewn into the corners, and he wiped the base of the teapot lest it stain the freshness. There was new-baked bread and creamy butter.
Sam had gathered a spray of late wild-flowers and set them in a small, blue vase on the tray.
Frodo was never really hungry these days but Sam knew that he’d recognise the love that went into these preparations.
He knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Happy Birthday, Mister Frodo.”
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