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Rosie felt arms encircling her waist and leaned into Sam's embrace. "Mmm, what's this in aid of?"
"I dreamed of you last night," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. "We were visiting Tom Bombadil, and Goldberry made you a garland of white and yellow roses for your hair. She called you sister, and gave you the most beautiful gown of gold and red. You shined so brightly in it, like the sun would have to hide from your loveliness."
He blushed. She turned around and kissed him. "I think," he said, "you're shining even brighter now I'm awake."