Title: Lonely Seasons
Paring: Frodo/Sam
Rating: NC-17 some chapters
Disclaimer: I don't own those characters, they belong to JRR Tolkien, I just borrowed them and will try to be respectful even in the slash content.
Warning: SLASH (in future chapters)
Author's Note: This is my first attempt to slash, so I know I am a little clumsy at that. English is not my mother language, so please be patient. I accept all kind of reviews, as I want to improve in all the aspects.
Chapter 1
The sun appeared as a pale orange shadow through grey clouds when Samwise took the path that lead up the hill. The winter's wind was cold on his face, and the short way seemed to take longer than usual...but that wasn't because of the wind, really. Sam remembered, with contained excitement, the words Mr. Bilbo had spoken to him some days ago:
- "Sam, my boy" Sam startled, as he didn't expect Mr Bilbo in the tool shed. Well, actually Sam was a bit sensitive that day. It was the last day before the winter's dominion and the garden's work would be useless from the next day on.
- "Yes, Mr Bilbo"
- "I was wondering...Would you like to learn Elvish?" Sam´s eyes widened and he replied:
-" Sure, Mr Bilbo, Sir!, that is, if I could". Bilbo laughed, -"All right then, we can start on Monday, seeing as there's little to do in the gardens in winter, we could meet every morning at nine in the study."
- "Mr.Bilbo, I don't know what to say, Sir"
- "Ah, Sam, it won't interfere with the duties your Gaffer would require from you, of that I'll be certain, you proved it well enough when learning your letters" he stopped a second and added:"And a brilliant pupil you were!,I will talk to your father" Sam blushed
-"Besides, you will be a good companion to Frodo" Sam blushed even harder. - "Although he has not much to learn from me any more" ,Bilbo added as if to himself, it seemed to Sam that the old Baggins' face sombered for a while. But Bilbo shook his head and patted Sam's back and, with a smile of his crinkled eyes, he left.
Now here he was, heading to Bag End for his first lesson. He felt as a "dejavu" remembering when he was a child and went everyday to learn his letters eagerly, he had enjoyed the quite an cozy study, the shared tea, the sinuous letters...and Mr Frodo Baggins' presence.
Sam knocked at Bag End's door. Bilbo opened it . He was carrying a book pile precariously under his arm. -" Oh Samwise, come in, would you wake up my lazy cousin?, I called him half an hour ago but he is late, seemly". And he disappeared through the study's door, leaving the main door up to Sam. Sam walked reverently down the hall. He marvelled at the well carved roots on the walls and ceilings and his eyes followed their intrincate way until they came to rest at a panneled wood arch. Sam sighed, and paid atention to the perfectly pollished floor that he patted. That's why Bag End was so special, he believed, not because of the riches that people swore hid there, or the astonishing extent of the smial, but because of the safety and solidity that a single hobbit could feel under its roots. But Sam left abruptly his reverie, at a no less sacred view: Mr Frodo's bedroom door .
He stood before the door, not knowing what to do. He had only being in this bedroom once before, many years ago, when he was a little child and Frodo got a terrible cold. Frodo was so pale and weak then. Sam shooked his head trying to vanish the anxious feeling of that past time when he thought something bad could happen to that gentle person. But when he tried to knock, back in present time, the door opened by itself, slightly.
The image displayed before him, caused Sam even more anxiety: the sun light entered through the round window and poured over Frodo. The young master laid on his back on the large bed with both arms over his head. His brown hair, bright copper under the tiny sunlight, was in the most dissebeled state that Sam has ever seen it. Suddenly, Frodo's lips parted and an undescipherable sound escaped them just when his left leg flexed, pushing his nightshirt partly over his hip... Sam was not sure if it was the light's effect or the shadows he didn't dare to look at, what made his heart race.
-" Frodo Baggins, get up!".
Sam startled, Frodo jumped from bed and Bilbo, standing now at Sam's side as an aparition, his hands on his hips, looked at his cousin dissaprovingly before turning around. - "Let's begin, Sam, he will join us shortly", Bilbo said, much softer now, and patted the young gardener's shoulder. Sam knew that the old Baggins was staring at him in their way down the hall, but he never knew his expresion, as he didn't feel brave enough to lift his head.
That day he didn't learn a word of quenya at all.