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The Brandywine River rushed at full speed to fall heavily on a cascade made of stiff stones at the bottom of the ravine. Behind the waterfall, a cave was drawn imperceptibly by the moonlight that shone through the drops of water on the half of the untamed night.
Among small stone hall that made its way up inside the waterfall, Rosie walked slowly, sinking her nails into Sam's arm, with closed eyes and tears that threatened to jump into the fresh water. He entered the cave and helped her ending the agony of the path that could lead both, neither of them a good swimmer, to a death similar to the one Drogo Baggins had suffered.
She trembled in his arms, her body heat softened his breath and cooled his blood. He looked up and stared into her beautiful, bright eyes. He stared at her with love, his drooping eyelids hid his eyes between long and curved eyelashes. They both laughed, nervously but happy.
"I hate the water", she admitted.
"Me too" he replied.
She jumped into his arms and he devoured thirstily her wet lips to taste the roses for first and, perhaps, last time. Their bodies caressed in the agony of the forbidden when his nimble hands slid the robe that covered the beautiful female body from her shoulders. His buttons jumped, and the cavernous floor which remained cold for months discovered the hotness of sex that night. The sweat mingled with river water and deliberate and careful movements; the moans mixed with the singing of the owls, the only witnesses of a secret and unspeakable love.
He kissed her lips, now colored in pink. "I'll be back. I promise, Miss Rosie".
"And I shall be here, master Samwise".
She placed her finger on her lover's mouth. Both were silent, the adventures outside the sacred union of marriage were forbidden in those days.
The crystal water cleaned the memories of that night that could not be mentioned to anyone, as the need to follow his master dragged Sam to the outside world the next day.