What Kind of Story We're In...
There were many unpleasant things about crevice in which Frodo and Sam sat and rested, with the view being one of them. From where they sat, the only things visible were vast expanses of volcanic wasteland and the tips of mountains.
"Welcome to Mordor," Frodo said jokingly, his melancholy tone of voice betraying the deep-seated dread in his heart.
"I don't know what kinda story we've landed in, Mr. Frodo, or what kinda ending our story'll have. Happy or sad, triumphant or despondent." said Sam.
"A story? We've been through the Old Forest, Moria, Rauros, the Dead Marshes, Ithilien, all of that, and the only thing you can think to compare our situation to is a story?" asked Frodo, clearly taken aback at Sam's apparent trivialisation of their situation.
"Aye, a story, Mr. Frodo. One with heroes and villains, adventure and danger. Such a story as'll be told 'round a fireplace in Hobbit households for generations to come. 'Tell me of brave Frodo and the Ring, Dad! Tell me!'" responded Sam.
"Well," said Frodo, having grown a bit more lighthearted, "Such a story must have a brave, stout-hearted hero, and I think I know just the Hobbit for the role. 'I want to hear the story of Samwise again! Frodo wouldn't have gotten very far at all were it not for Sam's protection and help!'"
"Ah, it's not very nice to poke fun, Mr. Frodo." said Sam.
"Who's making fun? If this is a story, then you're the real hero." said Frodo, "This story should end with you being welcomed back to the Shire with a parade, given a hero's welcome. Me...I'm just the Ringbearer."
"Oh, Mr. Frodo, don't talk like that! What do you mean, 'Just the Ringbearer'? Without you, we would never have made it even this far. C'mere." said Sam.
Frodo leaned over to Sam, expecting a hug. What he got surprised him more than anything Sam had ever before done: a kiss, directly on the lips. Frodo wanted to pull away, but found himself strangely comforted by the kiss. By the time Frodo had decided how he wished to respond, Sam had pulled away.
"Sorry, Mr. Frodo," Sam sputtered apologetically, "I didn't mean to presu-"
He was cut off by Frodo's lips pressing back against his own. Once the initial shock wore off, Sam responded to Frodo's kiss by taking a serious risk and pressing his tongue deeply into Frodo's mouth. This passionate embrace continued for several seconds, until finally, Sam broke off from Frodo's mouth and quickly moved lower, undoing the clasp of Frodo's belt with one quick movement. Frodo seemed to have no objections to Sam's sudden advances, so he continued. He hooked his hands on the sides of Frodo's pants, pulling them down just enough to have access to his intended target. As soon as Frodo's rigid cock was exposed, Sam wrapped his mouth around it. The warmth and suction caused Frodo to moan loudly, and he leaned back against the rock wall behind him. Sam continued to suck, occasionally flicking his tongue under Frodo's foreskin and around the head of his cock, driving Frodo closer and closer to release. Finally, the pleasure was too great, and with a shout, Frodo released in Sam's mouth. He fell into Sam's arms, knowing now that Sam was all he needed to complete his quest.
"I love you, Samwise Gamgee. Promise you'll stay by my side, and never leave me, now and for always."
"I promise, Mr. Frodo. I'm with you, now and for always."