Rosie finished dusting the plaque and placed the sword back on the hooks. It was a pain, moving the sword to dust under it, but it was important to Sam that Frodo's Sting be well cared for. Every week her husband gave it a good polish, fearing that it may tarnish in the humidity.
She stepped down from the wobbling chair, wondering if one day this sword would be the death of her. But no, she couldn't think things like that. Not after what Frodo had done for them all. The least she could do is care for his sword.