Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed the world and told us (at least some of) its stories.
It’s not just years, Sam mused, watching Pippin and Merry dance energetically with Rosie’s best friends; dressed up to turn heads, wide-eyed girls hanging on every word. …they’d grown tall, grown up.
Sam’d heard their bold battle tales… and the stories discussed quietly with Master Frodo, or the occasional ranger bringing news from the South. Yes, their coming of age was more than just years. And his…? The slopes of Mount Doom? The fiery Chamber…?
Yes, and no… Rosie handed him bundled lawn and lace, wrapped around a sleeping babe, his firstborn. He smiled
“This… is my coming of age.”