Disclaimer: Okay, this kind of fic is not my thing, so it is kinda weird and strange, but just to put your mind at ease I will say one thing that is normal. I own nothing, not a thing! *sob*
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The sun shone brightly fro the Shire and all the colors were vivid and merry. But on this beautiful day a sad occurrence was taking place. Rosie Gamgee's funeral put a damper on all the merry hobbits' spirits. All except for one that is.
Sam Gamgee stood by wife's grave and appeared to be listening closely to what the priest was saying. But he did not shed a tear while his children and grandchildren wept openly and unashamedly. Looking at the elder hobbit's face, though you couldn't tell his age from his outward appearance, one might expect that it was his way of dealing with the grief.
But that was not the case at all. Sam was not sad about Rosie's passing, if anything he was relieved. It had taken a few years, but Sam had realized marrying Rosie was a mistake. He did not love her. However, the one whom his feelings did rest with was long gone, leaving a large, gaping hole in his heart, which only grew with each passing day.
Perhaps one would think it was Frodo, or perhaps even fair Arwen or such. Sam doubted that anyone would ever really guess who it was. No, he could barely even admit it to himself.
The funeral ended and slowly the crowd dispersed, leaving Sam to stand alone beside Rosie's grave. He knelt down and laid a single red rose down beside her headstone.
"I am sorry, Rosie, you could have done better," Sam whispered, wondering if up in heaven Rosie could hear him. HE got to his feet and made his way down the road, opposite from where everyone else had gone.
He walked and walked, thinking about his real love. Time seemed endless and the minutes all blurred together. He did not notice as the sun went down, or where he walked until he almost ran into a large tree. Then he realized he was at the edge of the Brandybuck (A.N: although I'm not sure what it's really called) forest. The dull ache in his heart grew, for this was where the journey to destroy the ring had really begun, the journey on which Sam had met him.
A figure emerged from the shadows, appearing to be about the size of a hobbit. Sam stepped back, ready for anything, except for who it really was.
"Gollum," Sam said hoarsely, unwanted tears coming to his eyes, ones that he had forbidden to fall for years. "No you're dead. You fell into Mt. Doom. No, you're not real." But though his words were hesitant and doubtful, his body carried him over to Gollum, who put his arms around Sam who cried softly into the other's shoulder.
"Stupid fats hobbits," Gollum said tenderly into Sam's ear. "Nothing could keep me from my love." He raised Sam's head and kissed him soundly and at that moment the gap in Sam's heart filled, for he was with his true love again.
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So, this is my first gay couple, so please be kind when you review, which you will, of course.
