3. A Small Gift - by Edoraslass
After camp had been made and dinner eaten, Sam would surreptitiously watch Boromir whittling and wondered what a Man like him would carve.
One evening, after preparing Mr. Frodo’s bedroll, Sam turned to unroll his own and found a small wooden pony perched on his rucksack.
Looking more closely, Sam saw that it was Bill, complete with overloaded packs, shaggy fetlocks, and forelock hanging across one eye.
Surprised and pleased, Sam looked toward Boromir, who was talking with Strider. The man of Gondor did not seem to notice Sam’s attention, but in the firelight, Sam swore he saw a grin sneak across Boromir’s face..
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