A/N: I dunno where this came from, I just like Sam and Frodo's relationship. NO SLASH! Just good old bromance. Seriously, Brotp. Disclaimer: I don't LOTRs.
Samwise struggled against the snow, floundering really. If it snowed half as much as it did here in the Shire Hobbits wouldn't even be able to get out of their comfortable little holes in the ground.
He thought of Bilbo's birthday, nearly fifteen? Sixteen? Seventeen? Years ago. The way Rosie's hair curled 'round her chin and her pretty dimples. And the fires of home.
He sighed and tripped falling face first into the snow. He spluttered as Aragorn grabbed him by the back of the cloak and hauled him to his feet. His forehead was almost above the snow.
Frodo who had been walking with Sam had struggled when Sam had fallen as his loyal friend had been mainly holding him up.
Aragorn sort of pulled the two Halflings with him trying to keep their heads above the snow.
Legolas shouted something from across the raging weather. The very wind that blocked out the rest of the conversation between the taller men, elf, dwarf, and wizard. A rocky crumbling, a lightening strike, and Sam looked up as tons of snow fell atop the Fellowship of the Ring.
Sam gasped under the snow. He couldn't even see the top of it and he was freezing. He stretched his hands to the top of the snow and brushed open air? Nope. More snow. Step one, get head out of snow. Step two, find Mr. Frodo. No, make that step one.
"Mr. Frodo?"
It was muffled and Sam started panicking. He kicked with his feet and tried to get farther up but he only succeeded in getting his feet farther into the freezing, biting, slush.
"Mr. Frodo!" He heard stirrings in the snow and he thought his fingers brushed cloth.
A hand suddenly grabbed the back of his cloak and brought him gasping into the fresh hair. The wind still whipped his curls and the ice still stung, but at least he wasn't under the blank whiteness.
"I'm here Sam." Frodo mumbled incoherently into his cloak.
Aragorn patted the back of Samwise and turned his attention back to the argument concerning the route of the journey.
Sam clutched the back of Frodo's shirt protectively and didn't let go until they had gotten off the mountain.