Middle Earth Miniatures

Again from the First Line-challenge. This time I had not very much to do, for the first sentence (again by lindelea covers most of the drabble *grins*.


Farewell

After the Fairbairns had properly greeted Samwise, taking from him his soaking cloak, showing him to the best chair in the parlour, propping his feet before the fire and giving him a cup of tea fixed to his taste (after each grandchild had taken a turn bestowing a hug and a kiss, of course), the whole family settled down about him, the littlest ones on the hearthrug, the biggest ones scattered about on chairs, with little Rose on the footstool at her grandfather’s feet, playing with the snowy curls atop his toes.

His gaze was an embrace, but there was something sad and determined in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then he spoke into the silence.

"Tomorrow I'll be leaving for the Havens." he said.