By: Dana
Summary: Looking towards home.
Characters: Sam, Elanor, Frodo
Pairings: Frodo/Sam implied, Sam/Rose
Rating: G
Warnings: Slash implied
Author's Notes: Inspired by the Inspiration icon challenge. Three drabbles.
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Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

His Rose is gone, now, gone and buried, and Sam sometimes wonders what's left; his youngest is a father, and his eldest soon a grandmother. He's lived more of his life here in Bag End than not, and while this place is his home, maybe it's come time he move on.

Sam knows that he could leave, maybe settling out east beyond the river. There are far queerer things in this world than Brandybucks and their boats, and Buckland in the autumn is a sight to be seen.

He finds himself looking west, instead, and he thinks of grey ships.

She's known for years that this day would come; from the first time that her Da would read aloud from the Red Book, and tears would gather in his eyes as he spoke of grey ships, and while she should have been too young to understand, she knew in her heart that it was only a matter of time before her Da would follow his Master Frodo home.

And now he's gone off after the other half of his heart, gone missing more than half a lifetime ago.

The sea is not so distant to her home in these hills.

Sometimes, it feels as if he hasn't been waiting at all. Funny, that, because Frodo knows that it's been a lifetime since he saw Middle-earth – since he last saw his Sam. His, Frodo thinks, and almost laughs. It has been a long time since he could think of Samwise Gamgee as his.

As the sun passes overhead, it feels as though this is not the ending of long years, but instead the ending of one long day.

Frodo looks to the east, and waits for the time to say all he's been waiting to say. It won't be that long.