Rosie shrieked, fleeing the smial. Running toward her cry, Sam threw down his load of garden waste and wrapped her in a circle of strong arms.
“What’s wrong lass?” he whispered stroking trembling shoulders.
“K…k…kitchen. A…ooooh!” Shuddering, Rosie buried her face in his neck.
She nodded, giving him a wide-eyed glance.
Trying not to smile, he nodded. “Won’t take a moment.”
Releasing him, Rose watched as her husband ventured forth to do battle. “Be careful…”
I’ve faced orcs and giant spiders, Sam thought wryly, grabbing a broom at the door, and now I should be careful?