Satisfaction

by Dancingkatz


After one last trowelful of dark earth anchored the slender trunk and another sprinkling of water quenched thirsty roots Sam rose to his feet, his gaze fixed on the silver-edged leaves and single white blossom that glowed in the morning sunlight, feeling the familiar satisfaction of a job well done. Who'd have ever thought when he'd left the Shire that he'd be gardening in such a place, and for the King, no less!

"There, Strider. She's all set. Just water her regular and talk to her kindly and she'll be near as tall as that tower in no time flat."