Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Coming of Age - Sam and Frodo |
| “Do you feel different Sam?” They’d escaped the revelry for a moment, climbing the dome of Bag End to smoke quietly under spreading boughs. “How so Mister Frodo?” “You’re 33 today. Full ‘growed’ your Gaffer might say.” Frodo grinned. “It’s a significant passage.” Brow creased, Sam mulled the question over before answering. “Well…way I see it, ‘taint rightly the age a hobbit’s at what makes him ‘growed’ or not. There’s some I know ain’t come of age, but got more grasp of responsibility then ones as have.” “I know what you mean.” Frodo agreed. More than you may realize. |