Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Simple Comfort - Sam and Strider |
| “Tea, Mister Strider?” I glance up as Sam offers the mug, his smile cautious. “It’s weak, mind you, but hot. Just the thing to ease the night’s chill.” I nod, accepting his kindness with a smile of my own. Sensitive to our needs, he seeks to warm spirits plagued by a cold the late winter weather couldn’t match. Knowing only simplicity, and having no words to abate the darkness, he soothes our melancholy with hot drink. I watch him move on, filling each cup in turn, and understand that with his liquid offering he brings simple comfort to us all. |