Not from Here by Lbilover

The first fan fiction I ever wrote, way back in January 2005.


Sam gazed out across the Shire from the hill above Bag End, making no attempt to hide the tears that ran down his face.


“He went peacefully in his sleep.” The words were abrupt, hoarse. “We buried him in the meadow, among the wildflowers.”


Merry nodded. Together they watched in silence as the sun slipped beneath the horizon.


“We should go in; dinner’s waiting,” Merry spoke gently.


Sam stirred, then froze at the sound of a pony’s whinny, echoing through the gathering dusk. “Bill…”


“He’s gone, Sam.”


Sam shook his head. “Not from here,” he said, and touched his heart.