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Sam suddenly jolted awake, mouth dry - he’d been struggling through Mordor again, bowed ‘neath a burden he daren’t set down. Such nonsense - especially since when he was there, he’d dreamed of cool greenness, good ale ...and Rosie’s sparkling eyes. Why were his dreams still of that filthy place? Not that he mentioned them; he was sure poor Mr Frodo’s were worse - he’d seen his pinched face of a morning.
On his wedding eve, Sam dreamed of tall, white towers, fair voices singing ...and sunlit sea!
Later, his eyes met Rosie’s over the marriage-cup, and he knew his nightmares were over.