A/N: Just a little LotR drabble. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to leave a review with constructive criticism. I would love to hear what you think of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR.
Two hobbits sit together on the porch of Bag End, bathed in the light of the sinking sun. No words are spoken. No words are needed. They watch the sky fight against the oncoming dusk with vibrant hues of pink and orange shining through the wispy clouds. Sam takes his master's cold hand in his and runs his thumb tenderly over the wounded finger. Frodo's pale face is illuminated by the sun's dying light.
They need no words to know that this, just this, will always be enough.
Frodo closes his eyes, leans his head on Sam's shoulder and smiles.