Character: Sam, and another
Disclaimer: Tolkien made this garden and called it Middle-earth
He dreamt of green lawns bordered by roses, sweet herbs beneath his fingers; a space set with flowers like gems in a crown... When he woke, blinking in the cold dawn... the garden faded, only wordless longing remained. Sighing, he’d gather his bedding – perhaps there’d be time for fires and hot drinks... perhaps not.
It was all he could do to concentrate on the road, but each night - he let longing flood his soul... ‘to be back... cooling aching feet in soft grass, calming his mind with sweet herbs...’
Sam watched Strider, not realising their thoughts were near identical.