[ He rummages a bit more, cursing under his breath, and looks up at Hawke. ]
Most that it's just what's always been done, sir. I'm not sure I've the right of how it started being that way.
[ Of course, Sam knew well that it goes beyond simple tradition. He looks back into his bag, shuffling his things around as he speaks; ] We Hobbits is rather given to giving gifts, if you follow my meanin'. Most how it's done at home with them Big Folk is they're given gifts by everyone else... [ He cuts himself off, peers into his bag, and tugs something, before continuing, ] I like better to give gifts then have 'em, myself. Few better ways to spend my birthday then makin' others happy, I should think.
[ He searches for a little bit longer, and pulls out some spare clothing. He looks inside with careful eyes. ] Ah! [ Sam reaches in and gingerly pulls something free. He steps back from his pack with a shoulder-bag; something of a large size, patched and stitched and cleaned to the best of Samwise's ability. The strap has clearly been replaced by an old, leather belt, and Sam's added some cloth padding to the shoulder. He dusts off the bag and looks to Hawke sheepishly. ]
I'd might beg your pardon, Mister Hawke. It's... not all so impressive...
-=His whole face lights up as he reaches for it.=-
You made this? -=Because to Hawke, it's impressive. Not many knew how to make things from scratch and this piece showed resourcefulness and ingenuity. And very much needed.=-
I have needed a new one. The one I have now is old and better for cleaning than holding things. I thank you.
[ The brightness in Hawke's face heartens him; he was unsure about his gift. Sam thought food might have been more fitting for Hawke, and of more use, but he hadn't wanted to dip into their own supplies to make anything. ]
Well, in part, leastwise... [ He can't exactly claim credit for the whole thing, of course. ] Just that I sewn it up... and cleaned it.
[ Sam smiles, ducking his head as Hawke bows. Before Sam can respond, Hawke takes him into a hug; there's only brief hesitation before Samwise returns it to the best of his abilities. ]
Quite welcome indeed, Mister Hawke. [ The smile can be heard in his voice. ] Glad I had the right of it.
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Date: 2013-04-25 01:37 am (UTC)Why is it important for your people to give gifts on the day of your birth?
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Date: 2013-04-29 04:34 pm (UTC)Most that it's just what's always been done, sir. I'm not sure I've the right of how it started being that way.
[ Of course, Sam knew well that it goes beyond simple tradition. He looks back into his bag, shuffling his things around as he speaks; ] We Hobbits is rather given to giving gifts, if you follow my meanin'. Most how it's done at home with them Big Folk is they're given gifts by everyone else... [ He cuts himself off, peers into his bag, and tugs something, before continuing, ] I like better to give gifts then have 'em, myself. Few better ways to spend my birthday then makin' others happy, I should think.
[ He searches for a little bit longer, and pulls out some spare clothing. He looks inside with careful eyes. ] Ah! [ Sam reaches in and gingerly pulls something free. He steps back from his pack with a shoulder-bag; something of a large size, patched and stitched and cleaned to the best of Samwise's ability. The strap has clearly been replaced by an old, leather belt, and Sam's added some cloth padding to the shoulder. He dusts off the bag and looks to Hawke sheepishly. ]
I'd might beg your pardon, Mister Hawke. It's... not all so impressive...
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Date: 2013-04-29 08:19 pm (UTC)You made this? -=Because to Hawke, it's impressive. Not many knew how to make things from scratch and this piece showed resourcefulness and ingenuity. And very much needed.=-
I have needed a new one. The one I have now is old and better for cleaning than holding things. I thank you.
-=He bows and then moves over to give a hug.=-
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Date: 2013-05-02 10:50 pm (UTC)Well, in part, leastwise... [ He can't exactly claim credit for the whole thing, of course. ] Just that I sewn it up... and cleaned it.
[ Sam smiles, ducking his head as Hawke bows. Before Sam can respond, Hawke takes him into a hug; there's only brief hesitation before Samwise returns it to the best of his abilities. ]
Quite welcome indeed, Mister Hawke. [ The smile can be heard in his voice. ] Glad I had the right of it.