->S.G. Interactions<- - Blog Posts
sinnersxonly:
Watching the people in a bar told you a lot about them. Sirius certainly was not nosy, but he liked to converse, and people tended to get chattier the more drinks they had. So he had already heard plenty of stories in his time at the White Rabbit. Which was nice; he liked that people felt they could talk to him, just like he had always been able to talk to his friends. That had helped him a lot, so if he could help others by letting them unload their burdens, he was more than fine with that.
The guy who had just sat down seemed like he had had a day. Even his smile was tired. “Evening. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you look like you could use a pick-me-up,” Sirius said, leaning his elbow on the bar. “Rough day?”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Differences of people between Earth and Middle Earth were numerous, and sometimes they disturbed Sam greatly. There were a few things which remained the same, though. People could be kind, or they could be rude. Life could be exciting, or it could be exceedingly boring. You go to work, then you went home, and you repeated the motions over and over. One thing Sam was still glad to see was that pubs still filled up when the work day let out.
It was what brought him there, after all, the small part of him that was still holding on to that routine. “I could. Its been a bit of a “day from hell” as people round these parts say. Owning a business can be fun, ‘cept the days when its not.”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
REMUS COULD ONLY THINK THAT THIS MAN WAS FAR TOO NICE. it made his heart ache just a little, and he hoped not too many people were taking advantage of him for it. It warmed his rather cold heart, though, that he was so kind. ❝ Really, though, I can’t thank you enough for offering to help. ❞ With so much in Sallow Hills going wrong or weird, it was a comfort to know someone was willing to help a stranger.
HE HANDED THE THIRTY SIX OVER AND LOOKED OVER THE PLANTS. he’d have to use magic to get them back to his place, if he wanted to ensure he didn’t drop them. It was still weird doing it in public, in Sallow Hills. ❝ So how’d you get into plants? Were they always your thing or did you fall into it later in life. Not that you look old! ❞
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Adjusting to life in town had been difficult, especially at first. There were so many new, odd, things to wade through: strange people, different social formalities, electricity. For a while, it left Samwise positively reeling. Despite all of it, he never faltered from his usual ways.
“Don’t mention it, friend, really.” His next comment made Sam laugh a bit. That was another difference; people rarely knew what to make of him here. “Well, I am older by most’s standards-- older than I look anyway. Don’t age the same way as human folk do. Fifty four, I am.” The man didn’t look more than his early thirties, but that's how things were when you were a hobbit. “My Old Gaffer- that is to say- my dad got me into it. He was a gardener, as was his before that, for a man up the road. Taught me all he knew, you see, and Hobbits tend to have a proclivity for growing things in general.”
ofmvoonlight:
“I can talk about him for hours and never grow tired of it” Zelda smiled. “His name is Link and we are bound together in a way. We die in one timeline and come back in another but we always find each other. We never stay too far away from one another and that is the greatest comfort I have ever experienced. His duty was to keep me and my kingdom safe from evil. Along the way it just seems like we both fell madly in love. Took us a while to finally admit it out loud. From my part it was out of fear of being rejected”
“And when it comes to me. Well I used to be a princess but now I am a model. I am a huge animal lover and I also love long showers and walks in the woods. In a way it soothes me from the confusion of this town”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
No matter how many strange things he had seen, the tales which some members of Sallow Hills had to offer still managed to leave Sam a bit taken aback. Right, so reincarnation was a thing. Mental note on that one.
“That really is a slow burning love story if I’ve ever heard one. I’m afraid you’ve got me beat,” he chuckled. He knew a thing or two about that sort of fear, so he could hardly hold it against her for waiting so long (not that Sam was the type of person to do such a thing). They certainly looked the part of a princess; they had the same kind air around them as the Lady Arwen did, though he wasn't completely sure if she was an actual princess or not. “Princess? Well that surely does fit you, doesn't it.”
He smiled, one kind yet tinged with a sadness, “Walks in the woods have always done me good, even before I came here. But I have heard some strange tales about the one surrounding town.” Sam didn’t remark on his own experience with the not-so-friendly forest he had been in before; he didn’t think there was a bouncy man in a funny coat living in this forest, either, so he left that out as well. “If I’m being honest, it gives me the creeps sometimes, but it offers some interesting flora to study, so I make trips to it anyway”
shallowmagics:
— *•̩̩͙ l. & samwise gamgee •̩̩͙* —
━━━━━━━━━ *•̩̩͙ ♔ •̩̩͙*˚ ━━━━━━━━━
Laurie nodded, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too nervous. They had never owned houseplants, or even pets before. They would have been too much of a hassle with how much she and her pack moved. The whole ordeal was exciting, like a right of passage into becoming independent. Get an apartment, buy a plant, among other things.
“Oh, well if it’s pretty and easy to care for I wouldn’t mind something that flowers. But maybe just something with different colors then? They don’t have to be fancy either,” She added quickly, a new thought of being too demanding suddenly sticking in her head.
They paused. Hours at the vet had been hard to come by lately, but she still wasn’t home enough to warrant something that needed to be cared for constantly. “I work about four days a week, it’ll probably go up to five in the spring. There’s this big window in my bedroom area so if I could just it in that patch of sunlight all day while I’m working, that would be great.”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
There was something indescribable about the person before him. They reminded him of someone, the someone that danced on the edge of his mind and only showed herself in a mess of golden curls. The feeling was recognizable as the same he felt when speaking to Zelda, but he couldn’t make sense of either. He let the train of thought go for the time being.
“I’m sure I could work out something perfect for you, then … sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” He was smiling, Sam was always smiling. “Right, I can certainly work with that. Give me a moment to get a few choices out for you.”
A few laps around the shop later, Sam had lined up a few candidates on the register counter. They varied in shape and size: one was a string of pearls plant, beside it a peperomia, an asparagus fern, and African violets. “Anything catch your eye? If not I can keep looking for you.”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN. he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this. Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep. He’d always been better at herbology than potions. But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.
HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE. ❝ i’d really appreciate that. I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though. If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞ He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants. It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him. He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well. ❝ Really. I really really appreciate it. I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞
TWO PLANTS HERE. no price tags. ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.
“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”
After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”
ofmvoonlight:
“Don’t be. I am used to it at this point. Does it suck that I have to get used to not having my freedom? Sure. But this is my life now” Zelda shrugged. It was draining, yes. But to be able to stand in front of the camera and pretend for just a couple of hours, it made everything worth it in the end. Zelda wanted to be a model and she wanted to be pretty big one at that. They wanted to leave an impact in the fashion world. And nothing like that could happen if all she did was stay hidden.
“Oh you are too kind” they blushed and then giggled. “But yes I have known him for many years. It’s actually about damn time me and him are an official couple”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Samwise felt her words ring true for himself. It had taken far too long for him to get the courage to ask Rosie to go out with him, and longer with Frodo. It was sort of strangely comforting to hear that he wasn't alone in that.
“Ah it's not too kind. You deserve the compliment,” with a grin, he took a sip of his cappuccino, making a little bit of a face as the drink burnt his tongue. “You want to tell me about him— and oh, where are my manners, more about yourself?” He asked the question in the way a parent would their child, kind and curious.
ofmvoonlight:
Signing up for a life in the spotlight is never easy. Especially when all you want to do is take photos in beautiful clothes. All Zelda wanted to do was work. They didn’t want to be cornered like this. Yes they did sign up for their face being used in magazines and in fashion shows but what they didn’t sign up for was losing their privacy and their life all together. People put this image on them and it was an image that did not fit in with who Zelda was as a person. And that was the hardest thing to accept.
“Yeah. Being a model is a job that requires me to basically be this perfect little doll that accepts that people corner me when all I wanna do is go and buy some ice cream for me and my boyfriend” rolling their eyes, they then looked at the other. “It’s disheartening really how people forget that I am still human”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
There was something familiar in her sentiment. After, well, everything Samwise had been through, too many people knew him- or thought they did- for his liking. They assumed what it had been like, what he had seen, had heard, had lived. They made judgements, and thought they had right to pry in business not of their own. Certainly, it wasn't as intensely evasive as what Zelda described, but he could sympathize.
“That sounds quite disheartening indeed. Some people have no respect, and I’m sorry you have to suffer it.” He had gotten them a table, and ordered the pair of them drinks and something to snack on while they spoke. After a moment, he smiled, wanting to talk about something nicer, “So, boyfriend? Lucky lad to get to be with someone lovely as you. Have you known him long?”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
*̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙
AS HE WAS LISTING THEM ALL OFF, REMUS REALIZED JUST HOW EXPENSIVE THIS WAS GOING TO BE. there was no way he was going to be able to afford them all now, but maybe if he could just get a couple. Then a couple more. It wasn’t like this was going to be prepped by the next full anyway, so waiting a bit longer wouldn’t do that much damage. ❝ If aconite isn’t too temperamental, I could probably take the seedlings. I’ll be trying my best to upkeep them anyway. But if you think it’s better to wait till their older, I’d like to put my name down for a plant or two and come back later. I’ll probably not be able to afford all the plants right now anyway, so I don’t mind waiting ❞
REMUS WAS ALRIGHT WITH PLANTS. he didn’t kill them by just looking at them, and he’d always had decent scores in herbology. But there was passing a class and there was keeping a garden of plants alive for his well being. Samwise’s offer stuck out though. Remus, too, couldn’t replicate the valerian roots. Even Pomfrey wouldn’t have risked that - plants were always difficult to replicate especially if you wanted to keep their properties. ❝ I’d actually really appreciate that. These are all - they’re part of a health routine my doctor is putting me on. I’d like to be able to maintain them and not have to re-purchase them often. ❞
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
It took a moment for Sam to come up with a good answer. He didn’t have aconite back home, which meant he had very limited experiences with it. From what he had seen, a novice should be able to take care of it just fine, but he didn’t want to make a guarantee he couldn’t back, especially when it seemed like an object of such importance.
“Tell you what-- I think you should be just fine taking care of the seedlings, but if you're not, come back in a week or two and I’ll get you a grown one to replace it. Sound alright?” He walked past Remus to get to the other end of the shop, and stopped in the back corner near a door with a, ‘employees only’ sign across it in bold letters. A moment later he returned with the tiny aconite plants, and placed them on the counter. He retrieved the valerian from a nearby shelf, and brought it to the counter as well. “Not a problem! I’m glad to show you. Its really not too difficult. You may mess it up once or twice in the beginning, but I’m sure you'll get the hang of it.”
mushroomtheif:
Frodo breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he heard the all to familiar voice respond. He felt his face crack into a gentle smile as Sam entered the room. This spurred him into action, as he then continued to walk further into the room, moving to hang up his keys and jacket.
“It went quite well today. Most of the day was quiet, though there was a small scuffle back in the adult romance section, apparently adults can not take turns with books.”
Frodo let out a huff as turned back to face Sam letting out a noncommittal shrug before continuing on.
“On the whole though it was quite the boring day. How was your day Sam? Was work alright?”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
As Frodo got situated, Sam turned on the two lamps on the room to combat the darkness left by the slow setting sun. He didn’t fully understand many things about the world they now lived in (electricity being one of them), but having Frodo with him made it all seem a little less frightening.
“A scuffle? Must’ve been a very good book then,” he laughed, combing a hand through his hair. “Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’d wager.” There was a little part of Sam that truly did think that Frodo could do anything. He had already done the impossible, so most other things seemed like a walk in the park comparatively.
After closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Frodo’s cheek, Sam racked his brain for a moment before minutely shaking his head. “It was alright, nothing too noteworthy, other than getting some new inventory in. The best part of the day was when someone brought their dog into the shop. Cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.”
When he glanced at the clock that hung up on the wall, an idea struck him. “What do you think about takeaway for dinner? And before you stress about it, I’d be the one to call.”
ofmvoonlight:
“Ah I am sorry about that. I’m Zelda. It’s a pleasure to meet you” the brunette said and smiled softly as they looked at him. He seemed to be a sweetheart and that was a nice change compared to some of the people she had ran into in recent days. People who just assumed that they could stop her just because she worked as a model. It was disheartening, truth be told.
“And holding onto your arm would be nice. Once again thank you so much for being so kind” hooking their arms around his, Zelda took a deep breath in order to make her spinning head somewhat stable.
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
“Well, its nice to meet you as well,” Sam grinned back at her as they began to walk up the street. He liked them already. In all honesty, he couldn’t fathom the idea of people swarming him in the street like that. What Hobbit would? He would rather stay hidden away indoors forever than have to face that regularly. “Ah don’t mention it, I’m glad to help.” Not wanting to intrude, but still curious, he asked the most prominent question in his mind, “So you have to deal with things like that often? How do you manage it?”
In order to help maintain her balance, he didn’t walk too fast. It took a bit of concentration as he had always had the nasty habit of stumbling over his own feet. As they approached the café, Sam opened the door to let them in first.
mushroomtheif:
CLOSED STARTER WITH SAM
@bombadills
Frodo learned many things from his journey, about himself and about the world that surrounded him. One thing that he learned was that too often was the simple act of coming home after work was grossly under appreciated. There is not much else that is as satisfying as trudging through the door after a long day, leaving all the stress of the day on the mat outside the front door.
Frodo smiled, his thoughts continue if to go as he made his way through the front door to his new home. Though he felt home was a relative term here, since he was unsure if this place could ever be home, but he had sam with him, and the house was comfortable, so he felt that it would seem quite ‘sackville baggins - ish’ of him.
When he was inside he paused before calling out, “Sam, are you home yet?”
He truly hoped Sam was home, Frodo still found himself uneasy to be left alone for extended periods. He knew he could use one of those infernal devices to reach him at work, a phone he believed they were called, but he really did not wish to mess with them. Seeing no other course of action he called out once more, “Sam, are you home?”
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
It was no shameful thing to celebrate a simple life; a lesson Sam had learned long, long ago. The small comforts remained his very favorite things. He had no use for extravagance. He was far more happy with a quiet night with good food and good company than he was with anything else. He could never hope to replicate the comforts of the Shire. Not here. Nevertheless, he did his best to make his new home as comfortable as it could be. A place of respite from the strange lands he found himself in.
He was overjoyed when Frodo had come to town. He made the world feel so much less lonely, so much brighter. Coming home to him… well, it made him feel like everything would be okay.
Having heard the front door shut, Sam stood from his place in the tiny back garden, dusting off his hands as he headed inside through the back door. A little smile spread across his face when he heard his partner.
“Right here, Frodo. Right here,” he said as he entered the front room. “Your day go alright? I know it was a longer one than usual.”
ofmvoonlight:
Placing a hand on their forehead, Zelda let out a heavy sigh. It had been a long time since they had felt like this. It wasn’t an illness, that she knew. That only specifically happened whenever she stayed away from Link for selfish reasons. No this was something else. The adrenaline was slowly starting to come down which was the main reason as to why it felt like the entire world was spinning around the poor brunette.
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to try and ground herself, they then hummed when they listened to what the stranger was saying. “Mhm yeah some water would be nice. And maybe a bite to eat. It’s been a couple of hours since breakfast” licking their lips, Zelda closed their eyes.
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Sam would occasionally get teased by his friends for being ‘such a mother hen,’ but in times like these, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was ready to reach out and catch her if she were to faint, but hopefully it would not come to that. The model’s suggestion of food was a good idea by him; he was a hobbit after all, and eating was one of his favorite activities.
“That sounds quite alright with me. Do you want my arm to hang onto while we walk, miss… I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” he had held out his arm in a polite manner if they decided to accept the offer. He didn’t want to chance them falling down on the way there.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
*̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙
REMUS TURNED HIS PAD OVER AND OVER IN HIS HANDS. it was a reporter’s pad he’d taken from the newspaper, figuring that since he was an editor no one would mind if he took one. No one had, especially since they got used so rarely anymore. He understood the advances in technology (more than he let on to Shepard, merely because it was funny) but he would never not want to write things out by hand. ❝ Truthfully, I don’t know if some of these even exist here. They were rare in my world. But if you have any of these, preferably not cut so that I can continue to grow them. ❞
❝ RIGHT, THE MOST DIFFICULT ONE I SUPPOSE? wolfsbane or aconite, and yes i do know how poisonous it is which means you probably don’t carry it. I also need valerian, but specifically I need to be able to semi-frequently harvest valerian roots, so I’m unsure the best way to go about that. I’ll also need moonseed, bloodroot, st. johns-wort, mint, and sage. ❞
HE PROBABLY SOUNDED LIKE A CRAZY PERSON, even for himself. He was just glad that he didn’t recognize the man from home, otherwise he might be able to tell what Remus needed the ingredients for. Merlin, he still might be able to tell and Remus could be outing himself right here and now. Bu the needed the wolfsbane potion.
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize.
“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”
Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”
ambiticvs:
Harry was quite bored; they felt like they’d sketched everything in town and there wasn’t much that was new. They constantly walked around town hoping to find something new, something that could be their next art piece they could work on before they went crazy and too deep into their head.
This was their first time walking past the plant shop when a plant showing in the window caught their eye. It was beautiful – unique, something Harry definitely needed. They had a lot of ideas right when they saw it and they needed a closer look. Taking a step in the store they looked around.
“Hi um, I saw a plant in the window and I was wondering if I could get a closer look?”
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
The person who had walked in was unfamiliar. Then again, most people in this town fell into that category for Sam. That didn’t matter much to him; he loved getting to know people, and could make friends with anybody if he really set his mind to it. His demeanor was reflected in the vibrancy of the shop interior. Dozens of plant species were out on display across the various shelves.
“’Course you can!” he nodded, gesturing off to the right where a few more of the white flowering plants sat on a shelf. With a proud look on his face, he added, “There's a few more over there if you’re interested. Just put those out today. They’re a real favorite of mine.”
ofmvoonlight:
Due to everything that had just taken place, Zelda was a little dizzy. And that was understandable. So many different faces, smells and voices. It would overwhelm just about anyone. Especially when you are not prepared. Meeting fans was something she loved but she would much rather have a meet up planned than to be rushed and cornered like this. Their heart was beating fast in their chest but the more they let the stranger guide them away from the crowd, the more safe she started to feel.
Blinking a couple of times, Zelda looked at him and then cleared her throat. “I am not so sure. I feel a little lightheaded” they admitted and then cleared their throat. “Ah that? Those were my fans. I work as a model”
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
There was something strangely familiar, being in their presence. It wasn't that Samwise thought knew her specifically, but looking at her gave that strange sort of tug in his chest— the one which always came about when a blurred memory of someone was dancing at the edge of his mind and wouldn't come into focus. They reminded him of someone he had forgotten. What an odd feeling.
This only caused the concern he had to grow. You could say what you would about Sam, but his heart was much bigger than most.
“Ah, well you’ll have to forgive me. I don't really keep up with that sort— sorry, that's not important. You’re light headed? Do you need to sit down, or the café’s just up the street, we could get you some water or somethin’.”
shallowmagics:
As much as Laurie loved dogs- and how much they loved her back- she couldn’t risk having one. If she didn’t get out of the house before sunset and had to turn in the middle of her living room… Well, they weren’t going to have any potential pet see the giant, hulking wolf as a threat. Laurie had near full control of herself when in their other form but when attacked they could get just a little feral.
No, a plant was a far better option.
Doing research beforehand had been dizzying. Lists of “10 Most Poisonous Plants for Pets” and “Keep These 5 Plants Away from Dogs” had made their head spin. Laurie had almost abandoned the whole endeavor, before deciding to actually ask the people at the nursery. They should know.
Standing in the middle of the nursery now, hands clasped in front of her and eyes tracking any one of the plants that could potentially poison her, made her reconsider that earlier resolve. Pollen would be her biggest issue but wasn’t that how plants grew? Or spores? They didn’t know, there hadn’t been a need to pay attention in biology when her very existence broke the rules of science.
“Hi, um, I need something that’s not poisonous,” Laurie paused. Would just standing in the nursery effect them? “For dogs. And preferably something without pollen so… I guess it can’t flower?”
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
From the moment he focused on her, Sam could tell she was on edge. He didn’t know why, and he had no business inquiring, but he decided it would be his goal to make sure that they were exceedingly more comfortable by the end of this. Nodding and rolling up his sleeves, he offered a kind smile.
“First time buying a houseplant then?” he asked, a lightness to his voice. He could tell by the line of queries that this was unfamiliar territory, but this was his job, after all, and he was more than happy to be of guidance. “Right, I think we can figure something out for you. There are actually many flowering plants with little to no pollen at all, but many flowers can be difficult to maintain, especially in these parts, and it wouldn’t do you well to get discouraged right out of the gate. Finding something dog-friendly shan’t be a problem neither.”
From there, Samwise’s mind began to reel as he began to narrow down the options. A mental list was already coming together, now just to slim it down. “How often are you home? You have a lot of spare time in your day?”
⌘Samwise & Sirius⌘
@sinnersxonly
Don’t get him wrong, Samwise loved his job. There were few things that he could think of that would suit him better. The satisfaction of creating something great and lively from a tiny seed was immense. It brought him back to better times— back to the days of curiously watching his father work on the kitchen table when he was a lad.
Of course, there were some days where his job was exhausting. Whether it be from problem customers, or a ruined tray of products, or an experiment ending in failure (as it had been today).
So, Sam did what he always did when he had a long day; he went to the local pub. The White Rabbit was a nice place to unwind. It was no Green Dragon, or even Golden Perch, but it was the closest he would be able to get. Making his way up to the bar, he sat down with a sigh. With a tired smile, he met the eyes of the nearest bartender, “Evening to you.”
ofmvoonlight:
Zelda knew the risks when they decided to pursue modeling. They knew that their life would change and that privacy no longer would exist in their world. It was all rather tragic. But it had gotten worse and worse by each passing day. In the beginning of living here things had been pretty calm due to Zelda just starting off this career path. But now that they had lived here for a while and have made a name for herself, things had quickly changed. Some days they could go to the store and not be surrounded. But there were days, like this one for instance, when they didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
It started with maybe ten people and then it escalated into thirty. Truth be told, Zelda had lost count and now it felt like they were drowning out at sea. No one seemed to care however. They must think; it’s her own fault. She is a celebrity, she knew what she signed up for.
It was close minded and it was cruel. No one deserved to lose their humanity just because of the job they have. And being a model shouldn’t really be that big of a deal but guess they were wrong. They didn’t want to change career path, of course not. But maybe they should listen to their boss about getting security. Back home in Hyrule, they had been isolated from the rest of the world. But here? Here she could be free. And she didn’t want to lose that. So they would just have to come up with a deal.
They had about given up when it came to getting help when they heard someone speak up. Their eyes widened when they saw a kind looking man hold out his hand to them. Taking it without hesitation, they let out a sigh of relief.
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
Pulling on the hand clasped to his, Sam managed to tug the stranger through the crowd. He kept her close until they were a ways away from the mess of people. He had vaguely remembered doing something similar with someone close to him before, but the specifics of memory felt intangible (as many of them did these days), so he gave up on the train of thought for the time being.
When it was safe, Sam let go of her hand. He looked at her, concern etched into his brow. “You alright, miss? Seemed like quite the fuss. What’s that all about, if you don’t mind me asking?”
wickedpotions:
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ remus && samwise
TRYING TO MAKE WOLFSBANE POTION WHEN HE WAS ONLY EVER AVERAGE AT POTIONS WAS DANGEROUS. it was stupid and reckless, and really what he had to expect from himself for a prank but not for something that could do himself some good. Remus was self aware about his self deprecation and self sabotage that way. He had ways to test the potion before he took it, so he didn’t accidentally poison himself (which was the result if you did it at all wrong). He could ask around, see if there were any potions masters in town … maybe Penny or her friend Basilton. He at least trusted them with his secret.
BUT FIRST, HE HAD TO GET A HOLD OF THE INGREDIENTS. they were expensive in the wizarding world, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be the case here. But even if it was, at least there was more community support and the older couple he rented a grandparents’ suite from would be understanding if rent was late a bit. He clutched the list in his hands as he ducked into the nursery … only to be completely overwhelmed.
HE’D NEVER BEEN THE KIND TO INDENTIFY PLANTS ON THE SPOT, and all the greenery and smells felt like a lot. So, he headed to the nearest worker and cleared his throat. ❝ Sorry to be a bother, I was just hoping you might be able to direct me to some plants I want to purchase. ❞ In truth, he wasn’t even sure how many of these plants solely existed in the wizarding world, or if they were here. How he was going to get powdered dragon claw was something to tackle at another time.
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
Nearly every week at work brought Sam an interesting encounter. People of all sorts would come through, as with most shops, yet even more interesting than the people were their intentions for being there. Many were there solely for their interest in house plants or gardening. Others would make their way in to purchase something for their friend or partner. Some would come in with questions on this, or that, or the other thing. But there were the select few that came in for something more.
He never questioned them when they did. He had learned a long time ago not to stick his nose into places it didn’t belong. Sam had been there so long, he had almost entirely stopped questioning it. He had even gone out of his way to start growing some of the more commonly sought after otherly plants. One such plant was one he knew well. Kingsfoil, a beautiful little thing that had served him well many times. He had been in the midst of documenting their most recent heights when someone had caught his attention.
“Oh, not a bother at all,” he set the notebook and pen down on the nearest shelf, and turned to face him. “What can I help you with?”
rebellioussnips:
Ahsoka had fallen in love with the way Earth did holidays, they felt so soft and warm to ward off the winter cold. She both loved and hated the snow and the cold, for what she felt was good reason. The reality, though, was that she hadn’t particularly allowed herself to get close to anyone and it made it a lonely time of year as well.
Distracted, she walked through town for her break from the inn, knowing it was important she let herself walk away from time to time. But, even distracted, she had a habit of paying attention to the people around her. Hearing the rip, her eyebrow arched as she looked to the source. She followed that instinct she always had that said go help and immediately knelt to help him gather up the few stragglers.
“Here you go,” she mused, holding onto the things she’d picked up. “I have a spare bag, one of the reusable ones,” she offered, reaching into her bag and pulling it out, tucking his things into it before holding it out. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” she said gently, a soft smile on her face.
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
It took a moment to register the woman’s words as he had been wrangling in the items that had rolled. Samwise, obviously frazzled, needed a second to find his voice again, “Oh, thank you very much.“
He was grinning now, and, taking the bag from her, Sam put the items he had picked up into it. A quick glance over the contents told him that everything had been retrieved, aside from… aha! He reached over to grab the missing bag of cinnamon, and dropped it in. Standing, he offered a hand to help her up.
“I really appreciate the hand. I don’t think we’ve met! Sam Gamgee, at your service.” The whole non-Middle-Earth greeting thing was still slightly confusing to him, but it's the thought that counts. Right?
wickedpotions:
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ merlin && samwise
*̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙
MERLIN PUSHED ONE MORE BOUT OF ENERGY INTO THE BUSHES BEFORE HE STOOD. he wiped his hands off on his pants, offering a smile to the other. ❝ Please, just Merlin. I see my reputation or name has proceeded me. ❞ It didn’t bother him when people just knew his name. In Camelot it would’ve been cause of worry, especially when he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. But here, he was one of the few doctors working in memory recovery and he spent much time around town.
❝ I’M NOT SURE IF IT’S BRAVE OR STUPID TO NOT FEEL FRIGHTENED. perhaps a bit of both. My - my old friend was the same way often. He never did listen to my warnings. ❞ It still ached to think about Arthur, but with Gwen it was getting better. Even now, his words were laddened with sorrow, but something closer to nostalgia. ❝ Oh me? I’m just checking on some of the plants. Most of them can flourish on their own, but I like swinging by and making sure they’re doing okay. Some of the animals as well. ❞
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
Studying the bushes, Sam ran over the possible reasoning for the other’s interest in them, but the thought was dispelled when Merlin spoke. “Oh, yes, just a bit mis- Merlin. I may be newer round these parts, but I chat with customers quite often.” This was true enough. There was much you could find out by being kind and striking up the odd conversation; he had learned that early into his old job as mayor in the Shire.
Chuckling at the comment, Samwise shook his head a bit, “I used to be friends with a few people like that, myself.” Much more than friends with one of them, but Sam left that bit out. Thinking of Frodo made him incredibly homesick, and he didn’t feel like being questioned about it.
“That's quite nice of you. I like checking out the greenery as well. I’ll come out every so often to check on things, and familiarize myself with the native species, so I can– sorry. I tend to get a bit swept up in that sort of talk. It's my thing, as some would say.” He cleared his throat, mind going back to the previous comment, “Should I be frightened of that Grey Mare? I didn’t think it did anything too nasty, but it's easy to be mistaken in unfamiliar places.”
snowballsandfun:
Jack had gotten bored with the party at the community center and wandered outside. It was bad enough that he was stuck in one place, but most of the townspeople did not share his sense of humor–Loki notwithstanding, but he already made enough of a nuisance of himself to them that he wasn’t going to go knocking on their window in the dead of night demanding entertainment. Well, not yet, anyway. He wasn’t quite that desperate.
There had been no trace of his staff so he was still earthbound, but that had never stopped Jack. He’d climbed onto the roof of the community center, bare feet dangling over the edge. He was stealthily throwing snowballs at people leaving the party, the drunker the better. He was careful about it, and no one had yet figured out where they were coming from.
Until now. It gave him a small jolt of surprise to realize someone was looking at him. Everyone could see him here, and for as much as Jack had wanted that before, he sometimes found it off-putting now. So much easier to cause mischief when he was invisible. He grinned back, unrepentant, and lifted his hand in a little salute of acknowledgment.
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
Never one to turn down the opportunity to enjoy a good party, Samwise Gamgee was happy to be in attendance at the community center. He was chatty at heart, and these sorts of events enabled him to talk to as many people as he pleased. Though, despite his enjoyment, he did have a job to get to in the morning. Leaving early, was the best course of action.
He had barely gotten ten steps out the door when he had nearly toppled over. Shaking snow from his hair, and brushing it from the sleeve of his arm, he looked around for the source. It hadn't taken him long to find it. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger’s salute.
“What’re you doing up there?” he called-- not mad, merely curious. “Y’know, most people don’t enjoy being hit by flying snow.”
⌘Samwise Open Starter⌘
⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰
Samwise had never heard of any of the holidays that the people of Sallow Hills began to buzz about as the days began to chill. Then again, he had never heard of many things people here talked of. He did his best to learn through library books or stories told by friends and customers.
He had always loved holidays back home. Festivities sprawled out from under the Party Tree across the entire Party Field. If there was one thing a hobbit knew, it was enjoy a good party. It combined their three favorite activities: eating good food, drinking good ale, and having good company. Foreyule (a celebration of the new year) was upon him, and he wasn't going to let the location stop him from having a little party between friends.
This is why he found himself walking down the street, hands full of bags from various shops in town. Everything was going just fine until one of the brown paper bags ripped, sending various items tumbling down the sidewalk. Blast, Samwise Gamgee. Bending down to pick things up, he was really hoping his mishap had gone unnoticed. Unfortunately, he was mistaken, as someone had already approached him.
wickedpotions:
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ merlin && samwise
MERLIN WASN’T SCARED OF THE MARI LWYD. he’d been around since the story of the creature first started popping up and while some people had bad interactions with the creature it was far from the most dangerous thing he’d met. He’d met a questing beast before! And saved a unicorn! Which was why he didn’t avoid his usual walks around the forest, nurturing plants and animals through the winter. The little squirrel he’d saved once from being snatched by a hawk was burrowed with their little squirrel family, content and warm. The tree he’d healed from a bad burn was thriving. And currently he was checking in on the holly bushes he’d helped bring to the flourishing life they were in.
HE WAS ALSO TAKING A FEW LEAVES AND BERRIES (with permission of course) when he felt someone walking up on him. Well, the forest felt it. He turned towards the man, offering a smile. ❝ I see I’m not the only one not worried about the Grey Mare. ❞
⊱⋅•⋅ @bombadills
Sam Gamgee was a man of routine, and no whispers, rumors, or tales were about to throw it off. He had been through... far too much to let small things like that spook him. He would believe such things when he found any evidence of it, or heard any first hand accounts. But, for now, he would continue his walks in the forest. These woods reminded him a little of the Old Forest (except there were no malicious sentient trees here... he hoped so, anyway).
When he came across another figure in the forest, he almost left well enough alone, but then the person spoke, and Sam was drawn in. He flashed a smile back. “Takes a lot to frighten me these days, mister... Merlin, isn't it? What brings you this deep in the forest?”
⌘Samwise & Harry⌘
@ambiticvs
Some days in Sallow Hills blended together for Sam. They trickled one into the next, uninterrupted in their passing. Other days held much more. In a town like this, it was a gamble on what the day would bring. So far, Samwise’s day had brought him little of interest (aside from finding one of the primula vulgaris he had been tending back to health had bloomed); it was so dull, he found himself half asleep while doing inventory at the front counter.
He shook his head in an attempt to knock some of the drowsiness out. In doing this, he knocked the notebook and pen onto the floor. ‘Ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee’ he scolded to the empty room. With a sigh, he bent down to pick it up, and by the time he had risen, there was a person in the shop.
“Ah, hello! Can I help you with something?”
⌘Samwise & Laurie⌘
@shallowmagics
The Dwarven Nursery was the best place in town to find plants of many sorts: common, uncommon, and… otherly. The shop was not very large, but it was brimming with life. On certain shelves you would find lush plants, already stable and ready to take home for decorative use. A few shelves, brightly lit by special bulbs, featured tiny sprouts that were barely more than an inch. The back corner was where most of the otherly plants were kept, as they tended to benefit from special treatment. A vast majority of the place held intermediary growths, ready to be planted and still in need of support.
All of the current greenery was being taken care of by one Samwise Gamgee, a man with a kind heart and a particular proclivity for plants. He kept himself busy with work, having little else to do with his time.
Against one wall of the shop, there was a nicely lit workbench (currently littered with loose soils and plants). It’s where Sam had stationed himself nearly an hour ago, now. He had been toying with a strange plant species unfamiliar to him, trying to deduce the best soil and lighting for it. He had cross referenced a few books from the library, yet none had agreed.
It was in the midst of examining freshly cleaned roots with a pair of tweezers that he heard the door. “Be there in a moment!” In a fluid motion, he removed the magnifying glasses he wore, switched the lamplight off, and dusted his hands off on his jeans. Sam made his way up to the counter at the front.
“Welcome in! Can I help you find something? Or do you have a mind already?”
⌘ Samwise & Zelda ⌘
@ofmvoonlight
Samwise Gamgee had developed a nice routine over the past few months. Most days, he would go to work, maintain the various plants he looked after, go home, repeat. His days off held slightly more variety, leading him in and out of different shops and eateries, but even they remained relatively dull.
Sam was still fairly new to the town of Sallow Hills, and he was so focused on balancing things out, he had gotten little time to make friends (which was a great disappointment as he loved to socialize). Most who lived there were kind, though. They helped make the sudden change of scenery a little easier.
As in all places, there were people who weren’t so kind. Sam made it a purpose to not stick his nose into other people’s business, his Gaffer’s advice still echoing in his ears after all this time; keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you. Though it seemed today was one to break that rule; to his displeasure, he noticed a bit of a scene on his walk home.
It nearly didn’t catch his eye. There was a small mass of people on the side of the walk, and it wasn’t until he had drawn closer that he realized they were amassing around a nervous-looking woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but there wasn't time to dwell on such things. Pushing in on the crowd helped him better figure out the situation.
“Isn't it a bit late in the day to be bothering people on their walks home? Get out of here, the lot of you.” He hadn’t shouted, but said it loud enough for them all to have heard. When he was able, he held out a hand to the woman they had been surrounding. “Come on, best to get you away from here.”
Samwise’s Intro
I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.
[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”
--The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Can you tell me your name?
“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam
Where are you from?
“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire
What’s the last thing you remember?
“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.
We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?
“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.
Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?
“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.
What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?
“I think its best not to talk about it.
What traits would your friends give to you?
“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.
Is there anything else you would like to say?
“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.
⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰
Find a mini bio, personal details, connections, and other details on the muse page here
[midna] [river] [yennefer]