It's been a wonderful day in Shire: the sun never shaded by darkness was shining brightly, hobbits, as always, busy with their own small things around their small houses.

Samwise Gamgee, as most of his time, stayed in the ganden, removing the weeds and just taking in the wonderful smells of all the flowers around: blue, red, yellow ones, all opened, welcoming the hard-working bees and people to enjoy this huge cloud of colour and aroma. Yet, not all the hobbit's thoughts were fixed on the plants. Instead, they kept returning to you, to that cute smile that you gave him in the morning, to your voice that sounded like a ring of a silver bell, to your gaze, so light and clear....

Yes, Sam was thinking a lot about you lately. He knew you for not so long, but already managed to grow so fond of you. Only imagining you made the poor guy's cheeks blush and his heartbeat quicken. Samwise had to do something, and quickly! Or, at least, this was what his friends told him. Gamgee himself, on the contrary, felt a bit powerless in front of you.

Suddenly his gaze fell on a white lily, its leaves lightened up by the sun rays. For some reason, this flower reminded him of you; Sam quickly pictured in his mind how beautiful it would look if you stuck it in your hair near your ear. Before the hobbit realised what he was doing, he gently cut the flower and took it in his hands. No, he had to give it to you. He had to.

So, a few minutes later, Gamgee already stood by your side, smiling, with his cheeks red as if he was a little kid, reaching out his hand with the flower on his palm.

"You know, uh... this flower made me think of you, and I also thought... Maybe you could join me in the garden?"

'What the hell are you doing, Samwise Gamgee' — he immediately scolded himself in his thoughts, not actually believing he could impress you enough to agree to go with him.