If Sam and Slayer ever had a house, ever found the time to stop the war waging on all fronts and learned how to battle the demons raging in their minds, this would be it. Because for The Leader of the Legercharms and her Protector, they could never have a real house. They would always have battles to win and monsters to beat.
So they would find a house, deep into the forest and carve a home with Sam’s magic and Slayer’s strength. Windows would be added, to see the outside world, but no welcome mat would be placed in front of the blue door that Slayer kept telling Sam wasn’t blue but brown on the stone steps molded by Sam. Sam wouldn’t listen about the color of the door and would attempt to hang up a police call sign; Slayer would keep taking it down because they were in hiding. For that would be the only way they could live as happily ever after as they could.
They would have to be alone. Hiding from the crowded world and trying to hew out a piece of some semblance of a life. Some moment in an infinite number of seconds to try to, one day, live as comfortably and peacefully as any good Baggins should.