Title: Straight Ain't So Great part 1/?
Author: Sweet Dreams
E-Mail: NaughtyLiLHobbit@aol.com
Completed: Yes
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Frodo Other M/M
Slash: Yes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance Angst
Summary: *SLASH* S/F M/P A/B L/Glor When Sam's parents suspect he is gay, they send him to a homosexual correction center to be 'normal' again. At first he is determined, but then………
Disclaimer: Sam belongs to Frodo, Frodo belongs to Sam, and they both belong to Tolkien.
Story Notes: This is an AU, meaning none of the Fellowship has met before and that there would never be a place like this in Middle Earth.
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Idea for this based on the movie But I'm a Cheerleader. This Chapter begins as Sam arrives at the center for the first time.
Sam looked up at the bright blue building with total disgust. What a horrible place, what a horrible, horrible place.
Sure, it was nice enough, very large and well built, with lots of windows. The small garden in front was very pretty too, and appeared well taken care of, but at second glance you realized it was fake. The plastic daises and roses shined in the glaring sunlight, but not from any dew, just from mass-produced petals and stems, made in some factory where no one cared how ugly the fakeness felt. Obviously no one at this place cared enough to keep a garden alive and prospering.
There were fields surrounding the place, mostly unkempt with brown-ish dirt, but one field of lush green with a net at each end. A forest bordered the whole back, enclosing the property from the back, while a large fence guarded the front where Sam had just come in. His father had left a few minutes ago, leaving Sam standing alone with his suitcase, his anger, and only one thing on his mind. Why was he here?
Still afraid to enter the ominous building, Sam's thoughts drifted back to yesterday evening. He had just come back from working in the fields of a neighboring farmer's land, his sweat-slicked shirt hanging over his shoulder as he walked back home. It had been a particularly hot day, the fiery sun beating down on him as he worked. He was sure his back must be red as the sun's flickering flames by now, as the burn sure felt like it!
But the sun was setting, and a tired and weary Sam could not wait to get home to a good meal with his family. He also wanted to write about his day, as he did often in his private journal. The harvest had been uncommon good, and he had delighted in the company of three other lads, whereas he normally worked alone. It was always so nice to just be out enjoying the day with some other lads, almost as if he was not working at all, but just being one of the boys.
But as he rounded the bend to his hut, Sam saw a strange wagon parked near the door. It was much too large for any hobbit, and a horse, the large and towering figure at its front, would certainly not be used by any hobbit in his right mind. Wondering who it could be, and hoping all was well, he sprinted into the house.
When he walked into the smial's main room, he gasped and dropped the gardening tools in his hands. Along with father and siblings, Rosie Cotton and her brothers were also crowded in to the very full room. There was also, to Sam's shock, a tall elf. Before a speechless Sam could even try to say anything, the elf came over and shook his hand.
"Hello!" he said brightly, with an air of giddiness in his voice. He wore a sort of long shirt, belted around the waist so that it hung a bit over his tight leather pants. The shirt appeared to be some sort of velvet, and embroidered on it were the words 'Straight is Great!'. Sam puzzled over that for a moment, but his mind too numb to think, he just stood and listened in amazement as the tall elf spoke.
"I'm Glorfindel, Sam! Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too" Sam managed to get out. "But why are you all here?"
"Your family and friends want to have a little talk with you." chirped Glorfindel "I'm here to help facilitate that dialogue."
"Is every thing ok?" Sam asked, worried that perhaps someone had died, or they were going to lose the house.
"Well…" said his father, trailing off. He looked flustered, wring his hat in his hands as he searched for the right words, his face growing redder by the second. "Well Sam, me an' some of your friends have been talkin', an' we think…...we think……that your are-"
"Sam" said Rosie, speaking up. "Sam, we think that you are gay."
The last word of the accusation struck Sam like a slap across the cheek. "Gay?" he spluttered, choking on the words as he tried to defend himself. "I'm not gay!"
"Denial is an important part of the healing process!" voiced Glorfindel
"Then why do you hate kissing me, or any other girls, for that matter?"
accused Rosie
"And why do you love gardenin' so much, and cooking delights you to no end!" defended one of the Cottons.
"That is typical gay behavior." Glorfindel added calmly.
"Well, I-I-I"
Sam was interrupted by his father, who held up a large sack of carrots. "How about your new favorite food, Sam? You keep bags in your room! And there always seems to be one in your mouth."
"I-I"
"Its typical symbolism!" added Glorfindel
"And what 'bout this Sam?" said his sister May, holding up Sam's beloved diary. It was colored a light faded pink, as a result of white paper and an accident with a glass of beet juice. "I don't think many boys have one of these!"
"And your such a little docile thing, Sam!" accused his brother Halfred. "You never want to play ball with us, or go hunting, you would much rather read or write in that girly diary of yours!"
"But-Bu"
"Now Sam," said Glorfindel placidly "there is a place where you can go to fix this problem. A place where you can become normal again. A place called-"
"But I'm not GAY!" shouted Sam "Why doesn't anyone believe me?"
But no one had listened, and now he was here, here at True Directions. The large sign over the center stated this proudly, along with the motto, 'Straight is Great!'. This was a place for gay teens to be reformed, to be 'straightened out' to put it bluntly. A center where parents sent their homosexual children that they were ashamed of, in the hopes of leaving with a heterosexual that they could be proud of. And Sam was properly ashamed of being here! He was not gay, he was not!
Just then, the familiar face of Glorfindel walked out to greet him, practically skipping down the path. Behind him was a blond Elven woman, her face stern and cold. She gave Sam a look of utter disgust, peering far down her nose to meet his nervous glance.
"Hello Samwise Gamgee." she said in a razor sharp voice. "My name is Galadriel. I am the owner, founder, and main instructor of your home for the next two months." She was then silent, but continued her glare, as Sam decided instantly he did not like the looks of her, nor her attitude. He had a feeling this was going to be hell.
"Come in, come in!" said the seemingly-ever spunky Glorfindel, breaking the tension between the two. He led Sam towards the main building, Galadriel disappearing from Sam's line of sight. "Everyone else got here a few day's ago, but we'll get you acquainted soon enough. But first let's show you around!"
Glorfindel tugged a reluctant Sam inside, leaving his suitcase at the door. The entire main room was white, as were all the doors in the hall. There were two small couches in the main room, one blue and one pink. There was a large chair in front of them, in command of the small group that would sit there.
"This is the meeting room. You will meet here every morning, to be given assignments, and sometimes for group counseling. These doors lead to private conference rooms, and that one" he said, pointing to the door at the end, a very fancy one surrounded by intricate moldings of marble "that one is Galadriel's office. You better not go in there!" he finished with a giggle.
Sam nodded and flashed a false smile, but he was now a bit scared as well as mad at himself for getting sent here. Glorfindel smiled back, and led him outside; pointing to the fields Sam had seen earlier.
"These are the activity fields, where you may be doing your activities some days. Or you may be in the Activity House." He gestured to the drab looking white building. "And these are the dorm rooms." he now pointed to four buildings, two pink and two blue. "This is where you will be staying. Each has four beds, and a four-stalled bathroom. You will be in the blue hobbit sized dorm, with three other boys."
As Glorfindel said that, Sam became even more confused. If he was supposed to be gay (but he was not, he repeated to himself) why were they putting him in a room with three other lads? It made no sense to him; it was practically asking them to do things at night, forbidden things…………
But he had no time to dwell on that thought, as Glorfindel was already showing him something else.
"This is our progress chart. Out program here at True Directions is based on seven steps. After you complete a step, we check off your name on the chart. The first step, which the others have already completed, is Admitting Your Homosexuality. But I am sure you will complete it in no time!"
Sam seriously doubted this, but he nodded politely and kept listening.
"Come on!" said a now very excited Glorfindel "It's time for you to meet your classmates!"
Author: Sweet Dreams
E-Mail: NaughtyLiLHobbit@aol.com
Completed: Yes
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Frodo Other M/M
Slash: Yes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance Angst
Summary: *SLASH* S/F M/P A/B L/Glor When Sam's parents suspect he is gay, they send him to a homosexual correction center to be 'normal' again. At first he is determined, but then………
Disclaimer: Sam belongs to Frodo, Frodo belongs to Sam, and they both belong to Tolkien.
Story Notes: This is an AU, meaning none of the Fellowship has met before and that there would never be a place like this in Middle Earth.
Visit my dead journal! www.deadjournal.com/users/sweetsexyslash
Idea for this based on the movie But I'm a Cheerleader. This Chapter begins as Sam arrives at the center for the first time.
Sam looked up at the bright blue building with total disgust. What a horrible place, what a horrible, horrible place.
Sure, it was nice enough, very large and well built, with lots of windows. The small garden in front was very pretty too, and appeared well taken care of, but at second glance you realized it was fake. The plastic daises and roses shined in the glaring sunlight, but not from any dew, just from mass-produced petals and stems, made in some factory where no one cared how ugly the fakeness felt. Obviously no one at this place cared enough to keep a garden alive and prospering.
There were fields surrounding the place, mostly unkempt with brown-ish dirt, but one field of lush green with a net at each end. A forest bordered the whole back, enclosing the property from the back, while a large fence guarded the front where Sam had just come in. His father had left a few minutes ago, leaving Sam standing alone with his suitcase, his anger, and only one thing on his mind. Why was he here?
Still afraid to enter the ominous building, Sam's thoughts drifted back to yesterday evening. He had just come back from working in the fields of a neighboring farmer's land, his sweat-slicked shirt hanging over his shoulder as he walked back home. It had been a particularly hot day, the fiery sun beating down on him as he worked. He was sure his back must be red as the sun's flickering flames by now, as the burn sure felt like it!
But the sun was setting, and a tired and weary Sam could not wait to get home to a good meal with his family. He also wanted to write about his day, as he did often in his private journal. The harvest had been uncommon good, and he had delighted in the company of three other lads, whereas he normally worked alone. It was always so nice to just be out enjoying the day with some other lads, almost as if he was not working at all, but just being one of the boys.
But as he rounded the bend to his hut, Sam saw a strange wagon parked near the door. It was much too large for any hobbit, and a horse, the large and towering figure at its front, would certainly not be used by any hobbit in his right mind. Wondering who it could be, and hoping all was well, he sprinted into the house.
When he walked into the smial's main room, he gasped and dropped the gardening tools in his hands. Along with father and siblings, Rosie Cotton and her brothers were also crowded in to the very full room. There was also, to Sam's shock, a tall elf. Before a speechless Sam could even try to say anything, the elf came over and shook his hand.
"Hello!" he said brightly, with an air of giddiness in his voice. He wore a sort of long shirt, belted around the waist so that it hung a bit over his tight leather pants. The shirt appeared to be some sort of velvet, and embroidered on it were the words 'Straight is Great!'. Sam puzzled over that for a moment, but his mind too numb to think, he just stood and listened in amazement as the tall elf spoke.
"I'm Glorfindel, Sam! Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too" Sam managed to get out. "But why are you all here?"
"Your family and friends want to have a little talk with you." chirped Glorfindel "I'm here to help facilitate that dialogue."
"Is every thing ok?" Sam asked, worried that perhaps someone had died, or they were going to lose the house.
"Well…" said his father, trailing off. He looked flustered, wring his hat in his hands as he searched for the right words, his face growing redder by the second. "Well Sam, me an' some of your friends have been talkin', an' we think…...we think……that your are-"
"Sam" said Rosie, speaking up. "Sam, we think that you are gay."
The last word of the accusation struck Sam like a slap across the cheek. "Gay?" he spluttered, choking on the words as he tried to defend himself. "I'm not gay!"
"Denial is an important part of the healing process!" voiced Glorfindel
"Then why do you hate kissing me, or any other girls, for that matter?"
accused Rosie
"And why do you love gardenin' so much, and cooking delights you to no end!" defended one of the Cottons.
"That is typical gay behavior." Glorfindel added calmly.
"Well, I-I-I"
Sam was interrupted by his father, who held up a large sack of carrots. "How about your new favorite food, Sam? You keep bags in your room! And there always seems to be one in your mouth."
"I-I"
"Its typical symbolism!" added Glorfindel
"And what 'bout this Sam?" said his sister May, holding up Sam's beloved diary. It was colored a light faded pink, as a result of white paper and an accident with a glass of beet juice. "I don't think many boys have one of these!"
"And your such a little docile thing, Sam!" accused his brother Halfred. "You never want to play ball with us, or go hunting, you would much rather read or write in that girly diary of yours!"
"But-Bu"
"Now Sam," said Glorfindel placidly "there is a place where you can go to fix this problem. A place where you can become normal again. A place called-"
"But I'm not GAY!" shouted Sam "Why doesn't anyone believe me?"
But no one had listened, and now he was here, here at True Directions. The large sign over the center stated this proudly, along with the motto, 'Straight is Great!'. This was a place for gay teens to be reformed, to be 'straightened out' to put it bluntly. A center where parents sent their homosexual children that they were ashamed of, in the hopes of leaving with a heterosexual that they could be proud of. And Sam was properly ashamed of being here! He was not gay, he was not!
Just then, the familiar face of Glorfindel walked out to greet him, practically skipping down the path. Behind him was a blond Elven woman, her face stern and cold. She gave Sam a look of utter disgust, peering far down her nose to meet his nervous glance.
"Hello Samwise Gamgee." she said in a razor sharp voice. "My name is Galadriel. I am the owner, founder, and main instructor of your home for the next two months." She was then silent, but continued her glare, as Sam decided instantly he did not like the looks of her, nor her attitude. He had a feeling this was going to be hell.
"Come in, come in!" said the seemingly-ever spunky Glorfindel, breaking the tension between the two. He led Sam towards the main building, Galadriel disappearing from Sam's line of sight. "Everyone else got here a few day's ago, but we'll get you acquainted soon enough. But first let's show you around!"
Glorfindel tugged a reluctant Sam inside, leaving his suitcase at the door. The entire main room was white, as were all the doors in the hall. There were two small couches in the main room, one blue and one pink. There was a large chair in front of them, in command of the small group that would sit there.
"This is the meeting room. You will meet here every morning, to be given assignments, and sometimes for group counseling. These doors lead to private conference rooms, and that one" he said, pointing to the door at the end, a very fancy one surrounded by intricate moldings of marble "that one is Galadriel's office. You better not go in there!" he finished with a giggle.
Sam nodded and flashed a false smile, but he was now a bit scared as well as mad at himself for getting sent here. Glorfindel smiled back, and led him outside; pointing to the fields Sam had seen earlier.
"These are the activity fields, where you may be doing your activities some days. Or you may be in the Activity House." He gestured to the drab looking white building. "And these are the dorm rooms." he now pointed to four buildings, two pink and two blue. "This is where you will be staying. Each has four beds, and a four-stalled bathroom. You will be in the blue hobbit sized dorm, with three other boys."
As Glorfindel said that, Sam became even more confused. If he was supposed to be gay (but he was not, he repeated to himself) why were they putting him in a room with three other lads? It made no sense to him; it was practically asking them to do things at night, forbidden things…………
But he had no time to dwell on that thought, as Glorfindel was already showing him something else.
"This is our progress chart. Out program here at True Directions is based on seven steps. After you complete a step, we check off your name on the chart. The first step, which the others have already completed, is Admitting Your Homosexuality. But I am sure you will complete it in no time!"
Sam seriously doubted this, but he nodded politely and kept listening.
"Come on!" said a now very excited Glorfindel "It's time for you to meet your classmates!"