Eyes of the Beholder by Lbilover

“Will he sleep much longer?” Frodo asked quietly. The joy of his waking and reunion with Gandalf was tempered only by the fact that Sam was not awake to share it with him.

“Sam could not linger long behind you in anything, Frodo,” Gandalf said. “It will be soon.”

Frodo studied Sam’s sleeping face, dappled with golden light filtering through the leaves overhead. “He looks so…” Frodo searched for the right word.

“Worn? Do not worry, Frodo. The King has attended him, and he is certain that Sam will recover well.”

But Frodo only smiled. “Beautiful, Gandalf. I meant beautiful.”