Classical: Lord of the Rings isn't mine. This is slash containing male/male relationships, please make a note of it.
"Home is behind
The world ahead
and there are many paths to tread
Through shadow to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall... fade."
--Pippin's Song from the movie Return of the King
Tears streamed down his face. He heard the scream again. The scream of the black riders. Everyday. Everyday he heard the screams.
Some more terrible than others.
The screams of the Black Riders, the screams of orcs the screams of men and elves and dwarves.
He was huddled in the corner of the room farthest from the door. Black walls surrounding him. Alone, alone with the screams. The door opened and his heart filled with dread.
"My dear Sam…" a kind voice said.
No… no, not kind, not kind at all… that's not Frodo… that's not my master…
Sam whimpered as he heard the footsteps come towards him. He felt a hand run through his hair.
"Oh Sam," the seemingly familiar voice sighed softly. The hand came down to his chin making him look up into blue depths.
"You can't keep this up much longer my friend."
"You're not my friend…" Sam said. His voice was small and for a moment he didn't think that they heard him. He was wrong. A hard blow across the cheek settled that. Sam gave a cry of pain. The hand caressed the cheek that was hit.
"Don't say such things," the voice whispered. He felt soft lips touch the new wound.
"Why won't you kill me?" Sam burst out sobbing burying his head in his arms. They pulled back and shook their head slightly.
"Sam, you know I would never let you die. I love you too much to do that."
"I hate you." Sam wept. Arms encircled him. He was too distressed to move or even struggle away like he usually did.
"Sam, my Sam,"
"I'm not yours," Sam cried.
"Yes you are Sam. You're mine, you belong to me, me and him Sam. He likes you, you know." Sam shuddered underneath him. He felt a wet tongue lick his tears. Once done they kissed each of his cheeks.
"Think how lucky you are, such an honour."
"It was an honour traveling with Strider and Mr. Legolas and Mr. Gimli and Mr. Gandalf and Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin and even Boromir. It was an honour meeting Faramir. It was an honour to travel with Mr. Frodo to destroy the ring, this is no honour."
"Sam, how many times must I tell you, I am your master, I am your Frodo," Frodo smiled at Sam fondly running his hands through the other hobbit's hair to calm him down.
"No you're not… you're not him… not after what you have done, you're not Mr. Frodo."
"Oh my beloved Samwise why do you say such things to your master?"
"Because you're not him." Sam tried pulling away but Frodo was stronger now than before.
No… not Frodo… just this person… this person that pretends that he is Mr. Frodo… this… this slave of the Dark Lord…
"Such innocents Sam." He whispered in the gardener's ear smiling a smile that reminded him of Mr. Frodo… the real Frodo… not this wraith… this Dark Servant. He felt a kiss on his lips as he tried pulling away trembling slightly.
"Mr. Gandalf will stop you… stop you and your evil Master!" Sam said pulling his head to the side so that Frodo missed his mark and ended up kissing his cheek.
"My poor friend. Memories of what was, has poisoned your mind. Middle Earth is our Master's now, Gandalf has no sway, the men have fallen, the elves are leaving, the dwarves hide in the mountains, and you are ours."
"No…" a tear ran down Samwise's cheek.
"Yes…" and the lips took him again.
Classical: if enough people ask I'll continue.