Author name: Elgato Gamgins

Pairing: Frodo/Sam

Rating: R

Category:Romance

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Author's Note: This was one of the first slash fics I've written.

It is so cold. The blankets over me do not keep me warm, and I might as well throw them off. The blowing wind does not help, and it had rained earlier. How Sam sleeps, I do not know.

He looks so peaceful sleeping here beside me; his chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. His face is dirty like mine, and his hair matted to his face with sweat. But he looks so…beautiful. I have thought many a lass back in Hobbiton attractive, but never beautiful.

I move closer. His eyes move under his lids. He's dreaming. I wonder what it is about. About the Shire? About home? About me? No. He does not love me. Sam is in love with Rosie Cotton. He will never love me, but I can love him. I never thought I loved Sam before. I do love him.

I put my arm around his waist, and it is not just to keep him warm. I rest my head on his shoulder and sigh. I could stay like this forever.

"I love you, Sam," I whisper.

"I love you too, Mr. Frodo."

His eyes are looking at me. He smiles and pulls me close against his body. Strong arms are holding me tight, letting me know nothing will go wrong. I feel so safe. I look up at him. I am hesitant, but I touch his lips softly with mine.

He pushes me onto my back.

"Sam…"

"Ssshhhh…"

Leaning down, Sam kisses me light at first, gradually becoming more passionate. I moan as our middles touch. I need him, and tell him. He opens my breaches, and cold air sweeps over me. He kisses my neck as he rubs me. It feels so good. I have dreamed about this happening, and it has come true.

He opens my shirt and nips and licks me down to my waist.

"Please...Sam…"

I moan and claw at Sam's shoulder's as he sucks me. Licking up and down my shaft and massaging my buttocks, he whispers words of love to me. He takes me into his mouth again, and I scream, not from pain, but from pleasure.

"Sam!"

I come inside his mouth, and moan his name over and over again. Sam holds my hands and squeezes them. He stops and moves back onto my chest.

"Sam, why did you stop?"

"I missed seeing your face," he says. I smile and hug him. Then I drift to sleep holding my Sam.

I wake fully clothed with Sam beside me. It was a dream, another dream. It seemed so real. Everything was so real in the dream. I feel like crying. Sam had told me he loved me, and it was nothing.

I put my blankets back into my pack.

"I would have done that."

I turn around. Sam is blinking at me sleepily from his spot on the ground.

"No. I can do it."

"I know. I just could have done it for you."

I do not reply. I sit on the ground and cry. It does not matter if Sam is watching. Nothing matters. Crying is the only thing that I can do. Someone puts their arms around me and kisses my head. I look into their face and see Sam.

"Sam?"

"It was real."

Sam holds me, and I smile at him. He does love me, and always has.