Originally written for the Fic_Promptly community prompt: any, any, war heroes in peacetime.
The Quest is over, but Sam cannot so easily shake it off. He catches himself reaching for an invisible sword. Finds the grip of a hoe more foreign than a hilt. Tenses at furtive noises in the bushes, laughs sheepishly when an inquisitive rabbit appears.
Gradually he reclaims his peaceful life; but his vague fears for Mr. Frodo, the need to reassure himself a dozen times a day that his master is all right, linger. It is only on the shores of the sea that Sam finally understands: for Frodo, unlike him, there is no longer any peace in Middle-earth.