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Sam glanced into the study. Frodo was working hard again, his pen scritching on the paper. The sound was regular, soothing, not intermittant like the day before. He knew something was weighing on his master's mind, and he would eventually open his heart.
Elanor shifted in Sam's arms, and he patted her back absently. Frodo heard the slight movement, and turned.
"Sam," he smiled, his eyes lighting up when he saw the baby in his arms. He held his own out, and Sam placed the girl in them with such devotion Frodo was touched to his core.
It was time.