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ofmvoonlight​:

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I am actually human. I have been used as a vessel for deities so many times I can’t help but feel like I lost my humanity long ago” Zelda mused. Those words had always been on her mind but never uttered out loud until now. They never wanted to tell Link how inhuman she sometimes felt. How it felt like her body wasn’t her’s but the Goddesses. Those feelings would always linger no matter how many years would pass.

“Your Frodo. Did you ever tell him how you felt? How devoted you were to him?” it was nice to switch the focus of the conversation onto someone else. Talking about herself became so draining after a while. Being the centre of attention had never been Zelda’s cup of tea yet it seemed like fate had different plans for them. Time and time again the princess would be in the spotlight and every single time they felt discomfort.

“I hope Frodo will end up here in Sallow. You deserve happiness, my dear Sam”

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Samwise didn’t have a good response for that. He had never come close to a deity in the way Zelda had, and he couldn’t hope to come up with something that wasn’t grasping at straws. But he tried anyway, because Sam would never let anyone he cared for go uncomforted. “I can’t say I know much about your background, but I do know you. I know you’ve got a big heart, and a level head, and you’re stubborn beyond belief. I think those are very human qualities indeed.”

Finally stepping back to resume cooking, Sam chuckled a bit at her question. “I did tell him, yes. I told him all the time, for years of my life, though it did take a long while for me to figure out just how deeply I meant it. I worked for him, you see, and its common to pronounce your devotion to the one you serve like that where I’m from. I realized it at a bad time, but we were lucky enough to get the chance to be with one another when we returned to the Shire. He sighed a little at that, vegetables going into a pot on the stove to soften.  “You’re too kind, Zelda, but I do too. I really do too… You know, its funny. You remind me of him quite a bit sometimes.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY WAS AS CAREFUL AND PRECIOUS AS SHE WAS WITH ANY PLANT , but she suspected that sam was watching her closely .  Not in the way that men usually watch her closely , but rather because these plants clearly meant a lot to him .  She could understand that , could understand wanting to have something that reminded you of home in a town like this .  She respected that , among many other things she respected in Sam .  ❝ They’re very beautiful .  Are all the plants on your home world this beautiful ? ❞  It was probably a bad question , seeing as Ivy considered all plants beautiful .  But she was curious what he thought of them all .  Especially since she trusted him to see the beauty in plants as well .

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS IVY WANTED TO TRY .  modifying clay with different nutrients was the top of her list .  Adding crushed bones , different compost materials , even putting them with different plants that might give them the nutrients they needed .  ❝ Obviously I’ll be careful .  If you don’t mind , I’ll take a few cuttings from these ones and regrow them , that way you can still have these ones that you maintain and we don’t risk the fully grown ones . ❞

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These plants meant more to Sam than he fully understood. Of course, he loved everything in his shop whether it was from Middle Earth or not, but this was different somehow. He knew in his heart that it was important to him. 

“I think they are. Maybe not as gorgeous as these are meant to be, but quite beautiful indeed. The soil there seems to be richer than most anything here. These are from the most beautiful lands on the east continent of Arda. They’re called—“ he broke off, the name of them dancing on the tip of his tongue, but not coming to him. He looked a little confused when this happened. After another two attempts, he shook his head in dismissal. “That sounds like a good idea. I really appreciate your help, Miss Ivy.”

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Closing her eyes when she felt his arms around her, Zelda could feel herself bit by bit relax. Comfort had always been a foreign concept to the princess of Hyrule. Her father wouldn’t give it to her and neither would her servants. The only one who ever did give her some sort of warmth and love was Link. And yes she loved him and what they had but to get comfort from someone else? That shook them to their very core. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage of your kindness. I am getting better, I promise. I just.. I have bad days and good days when it comes to my still healing wound and today is one of the bad ones. I am sorry for raising my voice. I never wanted to yell at you” they whispered as they shook their head.

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Samwise shook his head in a firm insistence of ‘no’ to the princess. He couldn’t feel taken advantage of, not by her. If anything he felt as if he wasn’t doing enough. 

“Enough of that Miss Zelda. You’re not taking advantage of nothing. You’re human, and you have human feelings. I know the road you’re on isn’t an easy one, but lucky for you this isn’t my first time helping someone along it.”

He reached for another paper towel, and handed it to them so they could wipe their face. Sam hated seeing them like this— so full of pain and frustration that it brought them to tears. Frodo had days like that, and they had always been the worst. Maybe he should tell them about that. It would pose a good distraction from their own troubles of nothing else. 

“Don’t apologise to me. My Frodo was in a very similar position once, though it was his shoulder that was wounded. We were on the road, a fortnight away from the nearest help. I know the pain you’re feeling, but I also know that it’ll be a nasty memory in a little while. Nothing more than that. And as my friend Merry loved to point out: apparently scars make you cool.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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HE TOOK IT WELL , FOR SOMEONE NOT FROM GOTHAM .  ivy had learned to expect revolt when someone from not gotham learned who she was .  It was quite fun most of the time , watching the horror spread across their face that told her that they KNEW she could kill them with a simple flick .  Samwise did none of this , and part of her was glad .  She didn’t want to have to kill him because he was too scared of her .

  ❝ TALK IS THE BEST WORD FOR IT .  i commune with them .  It isn’t like how you and I speak to one another , but a different way of communicating all together .  I understand them , they understand me .  I suppose the human word for it would be closer to telepathy that verbal communication . ❞   She stroked her fingers along the leaves of the flowers , then down to the soil beneath them .  She pressed outwards , trying to understand .

  ❝ THESE PLANTS AREN’T FROM EARTH .  i assume they’re from your home ?  I’m struggling to fully understand what they’re trying to tell me . ❞  She hummed , trying to distinguish what she was getting from the plants .  ❝ It’s something that is in your soil back at home .  Something similar to clay , but not quite .  I can try to create a couple prototypes we can test in small batches , if you would like . ❞

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Nodding, Sam attempted to fully grasp the concept of mentally speaking to a plant. It wasn’t the most outlandish thing he had ever heard, but it was certainly a strange thing. For the most part, he understood, and figured if any more questions popped up he was more confident in asking them now. 

He watched her hand move along the plant with a slight touch of nerves. Sam wasn’t usually so skittish, but these flowers meant much to him. 

“They are from my home. Or not from my home exactly, but my homeworld.” She had guessed that they were for him, and not a customer, but Sam didn’t really mind it. He didn’t know why it made him feel so nervous to have said it to begin with. 

The beautiful little star flowers came from Lothlorien, the land of the Elves. Not just any Elves, either, but the land of the fair Lady Galadriel. He had taken an extraordinary liking to them in his brief stay in the White Wood. They could thrive in many conditions, but it seemed they needed more help in this place. “I don’t know the soil differences. We don’t have Earth level science there, but that does make sense now that I think about it. I’d be very thankful if you did, Miss Ivy.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“But I can’t” Zelda said and shook her head. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. That is not how I was raised. I am a princess for crying out loud. I can’t be lazy and I can’t be too active. What can I do? Oh right nothing!” she exclaimed and then felt herself sink into her seat when she realized that she had just raised her voice in the presence of Samwise. Guilt washed over her like a cold shower and they looked away. 

That was not their intention. But something just snapped. Years of pent up frustration just left them and they didn’t like the fact that she had directed that frustration onto someone they loved so dearly. The crying only got worse and they covered their face not only due to the tears that rushed down their face like a damn waterfall but also due to the shame.

They didn’t like being vulnerable around people. And especially not when it came to things like this. Not when it came to their past life in Hyrule. Samwise didn’t know anything about that place and yet they just expect him to understand. Why? Why should he?

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By an instinct that he didn’t know he had, Sam gathered Zelda up in as firm a hug as he was willing to not risk hurting her. Telling her to stop crying would be pointless, and he didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t listening. 

When they settled enough for him to deem talking a safe route again, he spoke gently, “You can, and you must, Zelda. We all have to make little sacrifices sometimes, and I think someone as wonderful and bright as you can make it through this one. It's not forever. The clouds will pass over you one day, and the sun will be a marvel. But unless you make the choices necessary now, you won’t be able to enjoy it as much. Okay?” 

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Dorcas grinned. “I agree. Magic is absolutely stunning. I love not having to hide it here, ever. Anywhere I go, I can have my wand out, and nobody bats an eye.”

“Elves,” she said. “I’d like to meet an elf. Although I doubt they’re as cool as the hobbits.” She nudged him playfully, a grin on her face. “So you were at the nursery right? How long have you been here and doing that? It must have been a shock for you arriving here. I know it was for me.”

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Dorcas’ comment made Sam chuckle. He could never fathom comparing Elves and Hobbits; it would be like comparing a shovel to an ephemeral garden. The elves were magnificent, and he felt lucky to this day that he had the chance to see them with his own eyes, and stay in their lands even though it was only for a short while. 

“It was a dream of mine for a long time to meet them. I’m glad I got the chance. Nothing in this world could ever match the beauty of them, except my Rosie of course.” He smiled then, thinking of what she may be doing a world away. “I do work there, yes. I own it, matter of fact. I have since I got here, but I’ve been tending plants my whole life. Not much change except now I get paid for it.”

Sam took a moment to figure out how to answer her last statement. He still wasn’t sure he had completely adapted to this new way of life. Most of the things here were still quite foreign. “I’m getting by, I suppose. It's a very different way of living, but I manage. The community sense has been the strangest. In the Shire, everyone knew everyone else, and was always happy to lend a helping hand, but I haven’t seen too much of that here. Not in the same way, if you understand me.”

ofmvoonlight​:

The gentle nature of Sam was a stark contrast to what she was normally used to. If this had happened back home in the presence of her biological father then she wouldn’t have been met with the same warmth. Instead she would have been told to wipe those tears and pull herself together. A princess didn’t have the right to have moments of weakness. No no she had to be strong and cold. That is what their beloved father wanted. Zelda had made it their own personal goal back in Hyrule to go against everything he stood for. They wanted to follow the beat of their own drum and man did that stress him out. 

Good.

Looking at Sam, she frowned. They could feel how tense their shoulders were and how stiff their body became due to it. His gentle nature and the way he looked at them surprising them to their very core. “It..” they whispered and closed their eyes. “Hurts” admitting it out loud made them feel so vulnerable. But Samwise had proven time and time again that he can be trusted.

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Taking care of someone recovering from the edge of a knife was unfortunately not a foreign concept to Sam. He had tended Frodo’s shoulder on the road for two weeks with the help of Strider, and looked after it carefully when the dull aches popped up in the following years. He could do the same for Zelda (though luckily this time he wouldn't have to heal their wounds himself). 

“I believe it would,” he nodded, speaking gently. “So stop straining yourself. It's alright to sit and take it easy on yourself. Physically and mentally.”

He gently rubbed her bicep for a moment before pulling back to give her a little space. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

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Dorcas grinned at him, happy to receive the compliment. “Well, I’d say magic does help me do my job efficiently. Some things do take more time of course, more serious injuries and illnesses, but a simple prick like this, well-” She shrugged. “No problem at all, and I’m happy to be of service.”

Dorcas listened to him speak.

“It really is fascinating,” she agreed. She glanced at the door, not wanting to cut their conversation short, but knowing she really should get back to work and fill out the necessary paperwork for Sam’s visit… but then again, it wasn’t very busy today, so what’s the harm of staying a little extra longer to chat with one of her favorite literary figures? It wasn’t every day you got to talk to somebody from Middle Earth. 

“What’s magic like where you’re from?” she asked, knowing the answer but eager to hear about it from someone who had actually witnessed it.

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Samwise was more than happy to stay and chat for a while. He was always content to chatter on for as long as anyone would let him. He rested his newly fixed hand back in his lap, thinking how to answer Dorcas’ question.

“Magic is something the wizards and fair elves use. I haven't seen either of those over here, well not yet. There were originally five wizards that came to middle earth from the undying lands. There's only two left now. And few of the fair elves remain too. The magic is breathtaking. Beautiful.” He didn't want to bring up the darker parts of magic he had seen. The business with the war of the ring was heavy, and this was not the time nor place to bring it up, especially to a stranger. “I like seeing it being used more commonly here, though. As I said before, its stunning.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY HAD NO QUALMS WITH SECRET , ALIEN , OR DANGEROUS PLANTS .  obviously , since she spent so much time in the locked room .  She was also trying to regrow her precious giant Dionaea muscipula here in Sallow Hills .  But it did have her intrigued .  Was this going to be a plant she’d never met before ?  Was it something that people just weren’t overly common with but that she knew well ?  A dying species ?  

   SHE STOPPED WHEN SAM DID , eyes wondering over to the plants .  They looked horrendous .  Drooping and dull in color , but she could see how beautiful they would be at their peak .  Star shaped petals that would be a brilliant yellow , strong stalks of vibrant green .  They were crying though , and Ivy’s heart ached for them .  If it was anyone else , she would’ve spun on the owner with harsh words and maybe a poisoned nick .  But she knew how careful Sam was , and this was just a difficult issue .

   ❝ Magic is what some people would call it and I don’t mind the term .  I’m connected with something we call The Green in my world .  It’s an elemental force , I suppose similar to a God .  It has power over all vegetation , giving them life and power .  I was given a connection to the Green which allows me to commune with plants , grow them , manipulate them . ❞  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain HOW she’d gained this ability , exactly .  It wasn’t a light hearted discussion .  ❝ I believe I have this ability because I , myself , am part plant . ❞

   SHE REACHED OUT , running her fingers over the plants .  They weren’t as receptive as terran-plants , but she suspected they could tell she wanted to help and reached back out to her due to that .  ❝ I think there’s a nutrients missing .  Something from their native world that isn’t in this soil . ❞

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The first part of Ivy’s explanation made sense. Or as much sense as it could to Sam. Some people simply had magical abilities, ranging from broadly anything to very specific topics. It wasn’t until she said she was ‘part plant’ that he became truly perplexed. She looked human, acted human, felt human... but she wasn't-- by her own admission. He would have to let it go. There were worse and stranger things in the world, many of which he had dealt with himself, so knowing someone who was part plant would just have to go on the list of strange things he had encountered.

“So, you do so well with the plants because you... talk to them?” he asked, wanting to make sure that's what he heard. “And these ones tell you what they’re missing something? Can they say what it is?” He was eager and nervous at the same time. He wanted these little flowers to blossom so badly, it didn't matter how much time, effort, or money he had to pour into it. 

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“Two? Oh wow look at you go” Zelda said and giggled. It was good to know that he did have people that he loved. Because she was pretty biased when it came to love. Without Link in her life he didn’t know how much of Hyrule and Sallow she could take. She would have just shut down and walked around an emotionless robot her entire life. Link had been their saving grace time and time again. It felt like whatever life threw their way, they could handle it alongside their blonde hero.

“Oh hold on you need some salt” Trying to stand up, she let out a low whimper and sat down again. Even though she was slowly getting better and stronger, she could still have moments when her body just begged her to sit still or lay in bed. They really did miss going to work and they did miss being able to do all the things they used to do. But now it felt like their life was put on hold all because of the actions of one man.

Looking down on the floor, they cursed under their breath when they felt tears roll down their cheeks. It was just so unfair. And sometimes it became too much for Zelda to handle because this should have never happened.

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Zelda's comment made Sam chuckle. He supposed it was a bit amusing to think of. If you would've told him ten years ago that he would have the pair of them in his life like that, he wouldn't have believed you. He was a lucky hobbit, no doubt about it. 

“Right, I do-“ he started, yet broke off when he heard the sound they made. “Zelda.” 

In a moment, Samwise had set down everything in his hands and was at their side. He wiped the residual moisture from his hands before taking each of her shoulders in his grasp. The look he gave her was one of deep understanding. 

He reached and tore a paper towel off of the roll, quickly handing it to her.  He used his other hand to lift her chin as a parent would their child. That's when the realization suddenly hit him, the understanding of exactly why he was so concerned for this woman. For some inexplicable reason, she had made her way into his heart like that. All he could do about it was try and make sure she was alright. He tried for a comforting smile, and hoped it worked.  “Deep breaths, that's it. No need for tears now.”

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Placing their hands over their stomach, they sighed. Even though Zelda was back up on their feet, they could still feel the pain every now and then. It came in waves. One second her stomach didn’t ache and she could move around and then the next it felt like if they made one move they would fall over. So it would be best to just sit still for the time being and let Samwise help them. 

“Oh Samwise. I am certain that you will find someone” they then fell silent for a couple of seconds. “Unless.. there’s already someone” arching a brow, the princess couldn’t help the giggle. She was eager to learn more about the other and if this meant that she would have to poke around then so be it. 

“Oh? Do tell”

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Sam’s eyes darted to Zelda’s hands for a moment before he spoke. He wanted greatly to ask if she was feeling alright, but he knew what her answer would be. His eyes quickly met their gaze before it became anything too noticeable.

With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he chuckled, “I do already have someone, Zelda. I mean, look at me.” He playfully gestured to himself. “Two someones, actually, but they're… well they aren’t here. I've looked.” 

He did his best to not sound too sad about it, despite much it hurt to think about. He had been around Frodo his whole life, so the adjustment to their separation was a bit much at times. He did his best to get by despite that, though.

“Yes, well, it's not completely new, but it's much clearer than it was. I figured out I used to be the mayor of my home town,” a tiny smile graced his lips, as it usually did when he thought of home. “Nothing big, I know, but I never had a clear word for it before.”

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Dorcas stifled the giggle that arose in her throat at the word “moogles.” Obviously she couldn’t mock him for it, and she’d never do such a thing. But it still made her want to giggle a little bit.

Dorcas was about to answer his question, before seeing him shift his hand and sharply remembering that she had a job to do here. She cleared her throat.

“Erm, yes, a bit. But first I think I should get this out of your hand first.”

Dorcas picked up his hand gently with her own, and then waved her wand over it with her right hand, muttering a spell. The thorn barbs gently rose into the air out his hand, and Dorcas grabbed a small container off the counter to capture them in, careful not to touch it with her own hand and then fastening it tightly with a lid before placing it aside. She’d like to take the time to study them later.

Dorcas performed a quick disinfecting spell on the wound before grabbing some gauze and wrapping his hand.

“Right, leave that on for the rest of the day, and you should be fine,” she said. “In answer to your previous question, I’d say it’s got similarities and differences. In my world wizards were hidden away from the rest of the world. We kept our magic a secret from non magical people. But here, we can perform magic out in the open and be completely honest about ourselves. Nobody really bats an eye. I really like that part. It’s nice not to have to hide. I’d say that’s the biggest difference, besides there being different sorts of magic and different magic users. Like I know some people who call themselves mages, and their spells are completely different from mine. It’s fascinating.”

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Nodding, Sam gave his hand a quick look, as if he had nearly forgotten the pesky things were still there. He was surprised how little effort it took for the whole thing to be done and over with. In a moment it was like nothing happened at all. After looking at his restored hand impressed, Sam let Dorcas work on wrapping it. 

“Well I knew this place was all about speedy care, but this has to be a new record,” he grinned.

It was nice to hear Dorcas didn’t have to hide anything here. Secrets were a hassle, especially such life changing ones as she kept. He knew that very well. “It is fascinating! We have magic where I’m from, but as you said the specifics differ greatly to many people in this town.”

sinnersxonly​:

Having any job kept a person on their toes, but owning a business? Sirius could only imagine how much time that would take up. Keeping busy sounded like an understatement. “Bet you don’t get much time to breathe. I’d say you’ve earned a drink for sure. More likely, you earn one every day for doing everything you have to do.”

Nodding, he went to pour the ale, listening to the customer describe his job. The plant shop? Now Sirius was really impressed. He would probably fall asleep if he was in charge of a place full of plants. Though the uncommon plants part sounded interesting. “I’m guessing you like plants, then? Can’t say they’re high on my list, sorry to say. I got good marks in Herbology, but I think I’d end up killing a plant if I really had to take care of one. Though maybe not if it was an…uncommon one.”

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It was with a little laugh that Samwise shook his head ‘no.’ He was constantly busy. There was always something the matter with one thing or another, and it always seemed the moment one thing was taken care of, another cropped its head up to take its place.

“I do like plants, yeah. I wouldn’t be breakin’ my back for the place if I didn't, I suppose. It is a challenging hobby, so I can understand your troubles with it. Certainly takes a lot of patience, which is a gift I’m grateful to have,” Sam took the mug handed to him, glad to have something to do with his hands. He took a sip before continuing on, “It's not hard for me, though. Been doing it my whole life, so it's second nature to me now.”

wickedpotions​:

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  IVY HAD NEVER BEEN ONE WHO WORRIED ABOUT MONEY.  when she was younger, her parents took care of it all.  She grew up privileged, and she knew that well.  After she’d been changed, there were ways to make sure she had the money she needed to survive.  A bat of an eye here, a push of poison there.  Especially once she’d fallen in league with Selina and Harley, things got easier.  Though Selina was never super happy with how much of Ivy’s money got sent out to organizations fighting deforestation and other horrendous acts.  But getting a job - that was different.  As much as she sometimes hated humanity, she was still part of their world, and needed to have a tie there.  Working at the lab in Gotham, while having ended horribly, had been nice.  And working with Sam was nice.  She thought she’d have issues with not being in charge, but there had been something so genuine about him that she couldn’t push him out.  He reminded her a bit of Harley, in some ways.

  SHE PULLED AWAY FROM THE PLANT SHE WAS TENDING, setting the mister aside and brushing her hands off.  ❝ A non-terrestrial plant?  You have me intrigued, Mister Gamgee. Please, lead the way.  Though I sometimes struggle to communicate with alien plants.  I hope that’s not the case here, but as a warning I thought you should know. ❞  She watched him carefully, wondering if he’d ask more.  She knew he was curious about her, and she didn’t mind telling him more. She trusted him, somehow and someway.

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Samwise wouldn’t say what the plants were for, not yet anyways. As far as Ivy had to be concerned right now, it was just another ask from one of their usual magically inclined customers. He had nothing malicious brewing, but it was certainly a personal matter.

“Of course, I understand Miss Ivy. Not a problem at all,” he replied. He led the way to the growing tents out back of the back of the building. He stopped them in front of a tray of sad looking baby plants. It was obvious from the tools and gloves around the tray that this wasn’t for lack of trying.

Gesturing to the tray, he offered a little smile. “Right, so here it is. I’m happy to answer anything about them I can. I hope you can work your magic on them,” he paused for a moment before asking the question which had been bouncing around his head for a little while now. “Is it magic? The thing you do with the plants?”

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Listening to Sam talk about his job, Zelda smiled to herself. Sometimes they didn’t know how to cope with the fact that here in Sallow they were surrounded with people that cared for her and loved her. Back home in Hyrule she had to take care of herself, protect herself and be there for herself. That was until they met Link and everything just changed for the better. 

This town had not only given her a sense of belonging but also given her the greatest gift of all; Link. Being able to be with him and actually be his was everything to Zelda. It had been a dream for so many years but now it was reality. Now they could kiss his lips and hold his hand, tell him that she loved him and sleep in his arms. 

They were finally content. “Well I am happy that you have someone at work willing to help you. You deserve a helping hand”

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As Sam continued his work with the vegetables, he nodded a soft smile to them. Maybe it wasn’t perfectly ideal to be in this town alone, but he was making do. The Shire would always be his true home, but Sallow Hills would do. He would make it so. 

“Thank you Zelda,” he hummed, careful not to catch his fingers under the knife. “It's nice to have some more time to myself, even if there's nobody to share it with.” He said it, still with a little smile on his face, but it did make his chest ache a little to know there was no Frodo or Rosie here to share his time with. He missed them greatly, though he talked about them little. It hurt too much to stir up those feelings. 

Changing the subject, he went on, “You know, I remembered something last night that I hadn't been able to the day before.”

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Dorcas listened with rapt interest. She knew all about the Shire from reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but this was different, hearing about it from one of the characters, one of the people who lived there. It was all so fascinating, the way this town brought together people from different worlds… and absolutely thrilling to learn that there was a universe where The Lord of the Rings was a true story. She wondered briefly how many other fictional works were based on the fact of another land, or how the stories of one world wound up in another… It was absolutely thrilling.

Dorcas shook her head at this question. “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m from another place too. And time! Muggles- er, nonmagical humans exist where I’m from too, but since there are so many different sorts of magic here, and because the wizarding community I’m from certainly would have known about Sallow Hills if it existed there, I’m fairly certain I’m from a different universe.” 

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Intrigued by her story, Sam listened intently to what Dorcas had to say. He wasn’t used to the idea of it being normal for a large number of people to be able to use magic. Where he came from that was reserved particularly for wizards, not even the fair elves were able to use it. 

Even after a few months in Sallow Hills, he didn’t fully understand the concept of ‘universes’. Most of the time he just nodded along instead of asking more questions, which was usually the best route to go as it seemed there were many people who shared his confusion on the matter. 

“Is it very different from this one? Other than the wizards and moogles?” he asked, shifting to rest his open, thorn laden, palm on his lap.

ofmvoonlight​:

“Yeah I am just gonna try and be as patient as I possibly can. I don’t want to stress Link too much. Also having some time off work isn’t all that bad. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a model. It’s a dream come true. But sometimes it can tend to get a little hectic and those are the moments I don’t miss. Being able to just sit down and catch my breath is quite the relief. It’s gonna give me new energy to get back into the swing of things" 

It had also helped with her sleeping schedule. "So the kitchen is all yours” gesturing towards the counter, the princess then moved to sit down, letting out a sigh when she did. “Have I ever asked you about your life here in Sallow?”

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The thing Sam had always liked about kitchens was they were widely the same no matter where you went. Yes— the addition of electricity to kitchens on Earth was a bit confusing at first, but he soon realised all of the fixtures were the same at their core. Nothing could stand between a Hobbit and his meal, not even an electric hob. 

Getting to work, Sam began poking through the fridge after washing his hands. He thought on her words. He had been in Link’s position before: worried about the one he loved getting hurt again, yet wanting the best for them. “It is a good time to get your rest in. Not often you get an excuse to pause your life for a while.”

Eventually, he had gotten a small spread of things out on the counter, and he began chopping. “You did, but I didn’t have much to say at the time. I was newer to town, and didn’t have much going,” he said, fondly recalling their initial accidental meeting. “Well, as you know I own the Nursery, and everything there has been going well. I got an employee to help with everything, and she’s been a miracle. Her name’s Ivy. She doesn't seem to enjoy talking to me much, or anyone for that matter, but I think she’ll come around. Either way she’s quite talented at what she does. I’m glad to have her. It gives me a bit more free time, though to do what, I don't know,” he chucked at that, picking up another potato to dice.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE WAS THE KIND OF GENTLE THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE SURVIVED IN GOTHAM.  gotham breaks you of gentleness and innocence, and ivy knew that even if she’d been broken before she stepped foot into the city.  It’s why she belonged there, and there were few other human-filled cities that she would be able to call home.  Surprisingly, she didn’t mind working for him though.  He handled customers well, and Ivy was allowed to just be with the plants.  It had surprised her how much she cared not just about this shop, but about him.

NOT THAT SHE ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT A PERSON THAT WASN’T SELINA OR HARLEY.  no, never.  He was just more tolerable, that was all.  She stepped away from the plant she was misting, giving him a nod.  ❝ I don’t mind staying if you need help with a project.  I think you and I both know that my skill with plants is unmatched. ❞  Though Sam came close, which was probably why she enjoyed him.  He cared about the life in the shop, and the plants liked him back.  Some of them whispered about him with such lovestruck-ness it made Ivy pinch them as she walked by.

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Running a business was much like tending to a plant. You had to keep it in the right location so that it would flourish, get rid of the dead weight so that the lively parts could survive, and tend to it often, regularly, in the same neat little pattern. Looking back, Sam thought it was why he was so good at it when he had first started. Plants, business, it was stable, and he needed stable. He had gone on his quest with the Ring, but that was out of necessity, not want. Sallow Hills may not be exactly where he wanted to be, but it allowed him to have most of what he wanted, so he could live with it for the time being. 

“It is help with a project, I’m needing,” he gave a smile and a nod. He was very appreciative of her skills. Especially in a job like this where he would have to work with things from other worlds entirely, and blindly hope he would get the science right. “I’ve been trying to get these flowers to blossom for a few weeks now, but no matter what I adjust they keep dying off. They aren’t from Earth, so I don’t know what the solution would be. Figured another set of eyes might do some good— if’n you’re willing to look.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Okay only if you are sure. I am starting to get better when it comes to the whole standing up thing. It took some time after the whole.. incident took place. But I am getting there and I am beyond happy about that. I do not like to just lay around and hope that everything is going to be fine. I need to actually make sure that I am gonna be fine and not just hope and wonder" 

Zelda had always been quite stubborn when it came to these things. They had never been someone who let other people take care of them. Not even the people that worked for her back home in Hyrule. No no they refused. She was her own person which meant that she can take care of herself. And that she could. Zelda had proven that time and time again.

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Sam had always enjoyed cooking, he was a Hobbit after all, and cooking was one of a Hobbit’s favorite activities. So he didn’t mind to offer at all, especially if the cause was to make sure Zelda didn’t start feeling any worse than they already did.

“‘If I'm sure?’ You sound ridiculous,” he said as he shook his head, a fondness in his voice and a glint in his eye. He understood her eagerness to get on with life after such an injury. He had seen it firsthand with his Frodo on multiple occasions. “No, I didn’t think you would like such a thing. You’ve always struck me as a doer, and not a watcher. Every step is one more step back to normal, I think. You’ll be up to your usual antics again in no time.”

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Dorcas grinned. Not from earth? That made it all far more interesting. She was instantly curious about the plant and the project that Sam’s customer was working on, but she knew it would be unprofessional for her to ask for too many details (and unprofessional for him to give them).

“Very interesting,” she said demurely, waving her wand above his hand, muttering a spell underneath her breathe. She listened to it hum, and then tucked it away in her pocket again.

“I can definitely fix you up,” she said with a smile. “Oh, the Shire? Sounds like an interesting place. And you can say I’m not quite human either, being a witch, but it’s sort of complicated I guess.” Dorcas was very much enjoying talking to Sam. “What’s the Shire like?”

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Sam had been intrigued by the concept of magic ever since he was a lad. He had heard tales from all sorts– his Gaffer, Master Bilbo, Ted Sandyman, they all had a story to tell about elves from long ago, or the wandering wizard who came through the Shire to put on magnificent firework displays. Even after seeing it for himself, he remained infatuated. 

“It's quite an interesting place, miss,” he smiled, that fond, slightly melancholy one that only came about when he thought of home. “It's beautiful. Acres of farmlands and wild fields. Little dots of light through windows when it's dark out. We don’t have houses in the typical sense. They’re built into the hills, for the most part, though we have one story buildings too. Some of the fields are plowed clear, and we’ll have parties or festivals, open for all… sorry, got lost in the thought for a moment. What about you? Are you from this place?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

IVY HADN’T FELT HERSELF SINCE HARLEY HAD COME INTO THE SHOP.  harleen, because this town and this life was insufferable and was never kind to ivy.  She was trying here, to some degree.  She was trying to not go around killing every person who looked at a plant wrong, which was why she’d isolated herself so much.  She didn’t interact with many customers, she lived by herself in the woods, she ventured into town sparingly.  But since Harleen’s appearance, she’d been more irritable.  Customers breathing wrong had her itching to stick something poisonous in their plant’s soil.  To swap their pretty red rose for something a bit more toxic.  

WHICH WAS WHY SHE’D LOCKED HERSELF AWAY IN WHAT SAM CALLED THE DANGER ROOM.  it was an apt name, if a bit on the nose for ivy’s liking.  You don’t label your plots with big red letters, but she supposed this wasn’t a plot.  She liked the danger room - the plants too dangerous to not be regulated.  Her babies, and her projects.  

SHE DIDN’T REACT AT FIRST WHEN THE DOOR OPENED.  only one other person had a key.  She misted a few more of the plants before she lifted her head to look at Samwise.  She tried to put on her best irritated face, though she knew there were cracks.  Like there were always cracks around Selina.  ❝ Have you tracked me down to help with a project or to talk? ❞

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Having another member on staff was much better than Sam could have hoped for. It helped to balance his life out (not that he had much of one outside of the Nursery in this place). He didn’t have to stress half as much to ensure everything was growing, properly inventoried, and being sold as he had before. It was very nearly perfect. Nearly.

The only bump in the road was his new employee’s… bristly nature, but even that didn’t phase Samwise too much. He could talk to anyone about anything, so he kept faith she would warm up to him soon enough. 

Ivy had a magnificent hand with the flora, which surpassed even his at times. Which is why, after closing shop for the day, he went to see if she would be willing to lend him a hand. He thought it slightly odd that she liked to be locked away with their most dangerous crops, but there were much larger things he had to worry about than that. He rapped on the door with his knuckle before going in, typical genial smile on his face. “A little of both, I’d say. Though, shops closed for the day, so you’re free to go if you want, Miss Ivy.”

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Dorcas did her best to keep her face straight. Sam. Samwise Gamgee. Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings was standing in front of her in a hospital room. This world truly was spectacular. 

“Ah,” she said, coming close and taking a good look at the barbs in his hand. It looked painful, but she appreciated how cheerful Sam was regardless. “Well, I can definitely help you, Sam. Can you tell me about the plant these are from? I don’t recognize it.”

As she spoke, Dorcas withdrew her wand from her pocket, ready to perform an analysis spell. “I’m a witch, from another world,” she said, grinning a little bit. “So I’m going to use this to do an analysis if that’s alright.” Her professional demeanor was fading. Having Sam here was too exciting. “Are you from another world too? Or homegrown in Sallow Hills?” 

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This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten a plant related injury, and it was undoubtedly far from the last. He had been used to things like this since he was a lad, so it barely phased him anymore. The hospital visit was just for safety’s sake, as he didn’t what to make anything worse.

“‘Course I can. Its not from Earth, I don't think. Someone in town, one of my customers, they asked if I could cultivate some for a project they were working on. Its not toxic, just has a nice coat of protection on it.” All true information, he only held back the personal details, as airing out customer information (especially magic-related) was bad for business. 

Sam watched, intrigued by her wand. Earlier in his time in town, magic-users made him nervous, but he had grown much more used to it since. “That's just fine... No, no I’m not homegrown here. I’m from a different place entirely. I’m not even human,” he gave a little laugh at that. “I'm from a placed called Michel Delving in a land called the Shire.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS REALIZED THAT UNLESS SAM HAD BEEN IN TOWN FOR A WHILE THINGS LIKE SCI-FI MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO HIM.  he hoped the sentiment at least got across, even if the exact words didn’t.  It was an issue in many worlds - the Wizarding World included.  Why were mermaids ‘humanoid’?  Why were humans the centerfold?  ❝ I can understand that.  I feel like people get stuck in the idea that it’s fiction, so even if they were in the story it’d all work out.  They don’t process that it can be far harder if it was reality. ❞

HE CHUCKLED AT SAM’S WORDS, NODDING ALONG.  ❝ yeah, my father is - coping with my choices in life.  Even if it’s not the path he’d hoped for myself. ❞  His father had meant well, he knew.  Even if it had brought him pain and disappointment as well.  ❝ Well you know the newspaper? I just make sure everything there is grammatically correct and technically smooth.  I’ve been helping a couple reporters with their stories and making sure they get actually published. ❞

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Everyone he met in Sallow Hills had their own specialty, and each in turn were fascinating to Sam. He hadn’t met anyone that worked at the town paper before now, but now that he looked Remus over, he could see how he was the sort to like writing. He very nearly reminded the Hobbit of Frodo with his curly hair and in his kindly-yet-hesitant demeanor. 

“I do know the paper! Read every issue, in fact. Sounds fascinating, and I’m sure you’re right good at it. Doesn’t matter what your parents say, long as you’re happy,” he smiled. Sam was lucky, he had a good mum, and an amazing dad, but he wasn’t daft enough to think that was the case for everyone. “Well Remus, if that's all I can do for ye today, I hope those plants work out for ye, but you know where to find me if they don’t.” 

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✧･ﾟ  DORCAS && SAMWISE

Dorcas Meadowes was settling into her job at the hospital. Her role was technically that of a nurse's assistant, mostly because she didn't know anything about muggle medicine when she applied for the job. Her skills were all magical when it came to healing. In her month at the hospital though, she had picked up some things, and now she felt pretty confident when it came to at least the rudimentary practices of muggle healing. She had to be careful about using the word muggle though. She wasn't quite sure what she would define the people in this town as. They came from all over, and some exhibited magical traits she had never heard of. It was quite interesting, and truth be told she was quite enjoying learning all about the town and its oddities.

Dorcas picked up the chart for the next patient and looked it over. Samwise Gamgee? Dorcas was halfblood, with a muggle dad, so she was well versed in the Lord of the Rings series. In fact, she was quite fond of it, and was fond of Sam in particular. How interesting... Perhaps a towns person had been so fond of the series they named their child after the character... or... no, it couldn't be. But stranger things did seem to happen in this town.

Dorcas swung the door to the patient room open, and there in front of her was a full on hobbit. She looked at him in awe for a moment, surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

"Hello Mr. Gamgee. I'm Dorcas Meadowes. What can I help you with today?"

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Samwise Gamgee was a ninnyhammer. His Gaffer had said it often enough, and Sam was once again proving him right. It was hard to sleep without Frodo anymore. To have him here, then for him to disappear as fast as he had come was much harder than the Hobbit had let on. He hadn’t been sleeping right since. He hadn’t thought it was taking much of a toll until this morning. He had been tired, exhausted, as he was opening the Nursery.

Everything happened quite quickly: he had scraped his hand on one of the otherly plants’ barbs he was growing for the scary purple-eyed lady, and when he recoiled his hand, he managed to get quite a few of the barbs lodged in his palm. A simple instance of not paying enough attention to his work. 

So, instead of opening, he quickly scribbled up a sign that read “sorry– closed until 1pm today” to tape on the door, and he made his way to the hospital. The plant barbs wouldn’t cause any further damage or poisoning, so Sam didn’t mind the walk; it was a decent day for midwinter. The people there had been good to him in the past (not that he needed to visit often). He was quickly admitted and settled in a sterile looking patient room. Say what you would about Earth– their medicine was far more impressive than anything Sam had ever seen back home. 

“Morning, miss!” he smiled when she came in. “Sam is just fine, no need for formality. He held his palm up so she could see. “Well, when I was opening my shop today, I wasn't paying enough attention to where my hand was going, and scraped the back of it on a thorn. When I flinched to pull it back, I managed to get some of the barbs of the plant ‘side it stuck in my palm. I wager getting them out myself is a bit above my pay grade.”

ofmvoonlight​:

It would be a long process but as long as they had people supporting them, they knew that everything would be okay. The wounds had healed beautifully and it was comforting to know that. The time she had spent at the hospital had not been for nothing. Even though all they wanted to do was get back home and lay in the comfort of Link’s arms, they knew it was better to stay in the hospital for as long as they needed.

But thankfully it only took her a month and now she was finally able to live her life again. Go to work, spend time with friends and sleep next to their boyfriend. Ah right, they would have to try and call Merlin. They missed him so it was a no brainer.

“Oh Sam” placing a hand on her chest, she smiled. “You are so sweet. I do need to get better at standing up for long periods of time”

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There wouldn’t be a day seen on Earth where Sam wouldn't support Zelda with whatever they may need. He had taken a liking to them from the day they met, and only wanted the best for them. Sam would cook her and Link three meals a day if it meant she would heal faster (that was quite unrealistic, and would likely be quite bothersome for everyone involved, but the thought was what mattered).

He was overjoyed she liked the gesture. He had been slightly nervous as he wasn’t sure if this was a social norm shared between their worlds or not. In coming to Sallow Hills he discovered many of his ways were “outdated”; he was glad to find this was not one of them. 

“I just wanted to lend a hand, ‘n this is the only way I know how,” he replied, smiling back at her. “If you want, I can help you with making somethin’ for us. That way you can sit down if’n you need. How's that sound?”

sinnersxonly​:

Hearing what people did around the town was interesting, and one of the parts he liked best about working at the pub. Not that Sirius was unfamiliar with Muggle jobs, but it was always a refreshing change to hear about people being truck drivers or salespeople as opposed to aurors or Quidditch players. But clearly one thing that did not change was that work could be hard no matter what job you did.

“Oh, sorry to hear that. Good on you for owing a business, because I know I couldn’t do that. Too much responsibility.” Considering Sirius had been avoiding responsibility for much of his life, he did not think he would be cut out to be in charge of a business. “What kind of business do you own? And what can I get you to drink? You can tell me about the former while I get the latter.”

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The barkeep was friendly, which was a relief. Sam didn't know if he could stand another bump in the road today. The last thing he wanted at this point was unpleasantness. His smile went a little less tired, and a little more genuine. he shrugged nonchalantly, “Aye, thanks. It certainly keeps me busy.”

“I’ll have your best ale on tap, whatever it may be,” he replied, without needing to think about it. “I run the Dwarven Nursery on Llwyn Tylwyth Teg. I sell houseplants, plants for the garden, things to be used for medicinal purposes, and the like. I also work to make sure people around here can have access to more, erm, uncommon plants, if you take my meaning, sir.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE.  he was fucking the samwise gamgee.  He had to tell Lily.  Remus kept that excitement buried deep, but he knew the moment he was home, it’d all come out.  He remembered reading Lord of the Rings as a kid, clinging to the magical escape when he thought he’d never get to be a part of his father’s world.  Even once Dumbledore had let him in, the books had been a comfort when things were too rough.  His mother used to read chapters to him after full moons, and he still heard her voice sometimes when he re-read them.

❝ I SUPPOSE THERE ARE WORSE THINGS PEOPLE COULD ASSUME.  still, the human-centric view of many people is frustrating.  Like in science fiction - why is it humanoid?  Why not just bi-pedal mammals, or some other descriptor? ❞  

HE SMILED, JUST FAINTLY, DOWN AT HIS PLANTS.  then he looked up and took sam’s hand in a shake.  ❝ I didn’t end up following her path.  Some people in my world are not the most open minded.  But I remember all the healing spells, and I practice them regularly.  I’m happy just being a copy editor at the paper right now. ❞

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Sam had no idea what Remus was talking about. He attempted to look as least confused as he could by giving a nod. Hobbits didn't know much about science or philosophy as they had little need for it. The only areas of science they were educated in had to do with livestock, farming, and brewing ale. Sam was bright enough, so he ventured a reply from what he could figure. “I venture people like seeing themselves in interesting tales to distract them from how tired life can get. What they don’t know is how much more tiring it really is to be one of those stories.”

Spells– so Mr. Remus was another one of the wizard folk. That made the purchase make a little more sense in his mind. Sam had a small clientele who were of that sort, and those types usually proved to be the most loyal of his customer base. With a small tilt of his head, he continued, “It's alright not to follow the path of your parents– I sure didn’t. Well, not for a while there. Copy editing sounds like a mighty important job, though I’ve no real idea what that entails.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“It is great to see you as well, Samwise” they said and smiled softly. It had been a slow process but it was one they were not finished with. It would take some time and they knew that. But it was only natural to have moments of frustration when things went on for a little too long and a little too slowly. All they wanted was for everything to get back to normal. But would things ever be like they once were? Zelda had just endured a life or death situation. They now had stories to tell that she didn’t want to even utter out loud. This would linger forever. 

“Oh do come in. I could make us some lunch if you want to?” the brunette asked, tilting their head as they moved to the side so Sam could enter her and Link’s home.

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To be able to hear Zelda’s voice was a comfort in and of itself. She was more important to him than most people in this place (even if he couldn’t pinpoint why that was). 

“I could never turn down a meal when it's offered, but only if you’re up to it, mind you.” He was a Hobbit after all, and they had seemingly bottomless stomachs. It was a rare occasion for any one of them to turn down a good plate of food. Sam made his way inside, careful to keep his dish upright. 

With a little gesture with it, he smiled at them. “Made the pair of you somethin if’n you don’t feel up to cooking. Do you want me to set it in the kitchen?” Sam had been there only once before, but he could find his way if needed. 

ofmvoonlight​:

@bombadills​ | Sam

Being home after almost a month felt amazing. It proved once again just how resilient and stubborn Zelda was. The last thing they wanted at the moment was to just lay in a hospital room, staring up at the ceiling bored out of their mind due to the fact that there was nothing she could do in that room. All she could do was lay there and twiddle her thumbs and hope she would get to return home someday soon. And here they were. 

Hearing a knock at the door, the former princess let out a soft hum and made their way to the hallway, opening the door and flashing the familiar face a soft smile. “Samwise” she greeted. 

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The news of what happened to his friend had taken Sam by a major surprise. He hadn’t thought such things could possibly happen here, but there he went thinking again. He thought of Zelda often– if she was feeling better, if she was terribly frightened, how long it would be until she could get back to normal. When she had let him know that she was home and heading in the direction of normality once more, he was overjoyed and assured her that he would be round to visit her as soon as he had the chance.

He made it to her doorstep with a large covered dish of food in hand. It was only polite to bring someone in recovery a bit to help them on their way. When she opened the door, he grinned at her. Seeing her alright and in person took a weight off of his shoulders. “Zelda! Great to see you’re upright and about again.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS.  hobbit.  Hobbit!  Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot.  He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this?  Or even thought about it?  When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here.  Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.

❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞  i’m not human either, not fully.  Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew.  Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that.  ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad.  My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it.  My ma though.  I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing.  She was an angel, I swear. ❞  He chuckled, shaking his head.  ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.  It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  I don’t believe I caught your name.  I’m Remus. ❞

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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”

He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”