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Date Posted: 21:31:18 02/04/03 Tue
"Daddy! Did you hear that? The King has made you King!"
"Pardon?"
"The King has just said that he is giving the place to you while he is away."
"Don't be silly Ryna, the King has more important things to do here due to the coming war. He is not going anywhere." Sam was about to turn away before he turned back and continued, "And, even if Aragorn was going away he wouldn't leave the place to me, he would give it to someone more..." Sam stopped as he was trying to find the word, "...Suitable!"
"You so are suitable! You are mayor of the shire, have been for years!"
"Ryna I don't want to hear anymore about it, go and do something useful."
Ryna obviously annoyed at the dismissal for no reason and the fact that he insinuated SHE was a liar, stomped off out of the room and into the palace corridors.
Sam sat in his chair completely oblivious to Ryna's departure completely emmersed in his own thought. Sam was missing Rosie, badly. Of course he missed his children as well, but Rosie was always on his mind nowadays. Sam knew now that as there was a coming war. he wouldn't be able to get away from the city to see her. He would be bogged down here. Sam would never leave his friends at a time like this. He never had done before and he won't do now. Nothing has changed. Sam was always there for Frodo and he will always be here for his other friends as well. Aragorn needed him. He might have many more abled people around him, people that can fight, wizards, Sam scowled, people big enough to fight and help in some way. But he could be there for ideas and plans or even if he wrote things down. Hobbits aren't useless. Sam felt he had to shout it to the world "HOBBITS AREN'T USELESS!" Why would no one understand that?
Suddenly Sam was pulled out of his own thoughts by a black ball whizzing past him and slamming into a wall. As he started he realised what it was.
"stupid bird"
Quoth got up, steadied himself and awkwardly flew to the perch that Sam had made him.
He looked at Sam and a look of concentration came over his face as he started to talk hesitantly.
"What...was all the...shouting for?"
"Are you feeling ok Quoth?" replied Sam worried remembering the reason they called him Quoth
"Oh, yes sir. Ryna has been...teaching me how to speak like her." Sam got even worried after that. "But what was all the shouting for?" Understanding came over his face. "Are you shouting because you are...happy...over getting the charge of the place while the King is away?"
Guilt racked through Sam as he recalled what Ryna had tried to tell him. He turned around. "Ryna, I'm sor...where is Ryna?"
"She is not within this place sir. Oh i mean. She here is not!" Sam didn't bother correcting him.
"I have to find her." He rushed out of the room
Quoth didn't answer as he fell off his perch.
He hadn't moved hour later.
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