Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words.
For the “Water” challenge.
Sam dreams of rain, the soft rain of early spring that sweetens the strawberries and coaxes the fresh green shoots of new barley from the earth. The rain that blesses and renews.
He does not wish to wake, if waking means ash and smoke and dust and the thought of watching dear Frodo die on this barren rock. The end of all things. And yet –
He opens his eyes to the patter of raindrops on leaves, a tender breeze carrying a sweet, green scent, and the sight of Gandalf –Gandalf?– laughing with joy, a sound like water in a parched land.