Frodo and Sam

By: Whispers of a Nameless fear

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.

A/N: I am going through the story and adding in quotes, scenes from the movie, and Betaing each chapter better then done before, please enjoy.

In the chapter list, a ** indicated added parts into that chapter. A * indicates a full new chapter.

Don't frown; you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

-Unknown

Introduction. Frodo and Sam

Samantha Gamgee's family had been gardening for Bilbo Baggins for quite a while now. Sam herself had been doing it for less then a year. She had immediately loved Frodo Baggins when she first set eyes on him. She didn't know whether it was a brotherly love or something more. Nonetheless, she went over to his home each day to Garden. He would often invite her in for tea or something when she had finished, but she almost always declined. Most of it wasn't that she was shy around him, but she knew somehow she didn't deserve him. He was an educated Hobbit and she was, well, his gardener. So she resigned herself to just being friends.

Frodo was turning 33 in two weeks while she was still in her tweens.

Chapter 1~ Gardening

Samantha awoke to The Gaffer calling her, from the kitchen. Her brother's and sisters had mostly moved out or were too little to work so Sam did most of it.

"Come on Sam! Mr. Bilbo's weeds don't take themselves out!" Sam quickly got dressed and went out into the kitchen.

"Hello, father!" Sam said cheerily. "I'll be off now!"

"Wait, wait! You forgot to give the old gaffer a kiss." Sam turned and smiled she ran up and kissed her father on the cheek, then was out the door. She ran down the lane but slowed as she came up on Bag-end. Bilbo was out side nailing a sign to the door.

It read:

No admittance

Except for party business.

She smiled as she read it. Bilbo jumped and whirled around when her head her. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

" Oh Sam-lass, I though you were Lobelia, scared the wits out of me you did!" He said as he patted her on the back. "Come along now! There is much work to be done." He led her around back. Frodo was bent over weeding already; he offered to get things straightened up for the party.

"Frodo you explain what you have to do to her, won't you? There's a good lad." Bilbo turned and went into Bag-End. Sam turned and knelt down; she began to weed as well as she always did.

"Alright then Sam. We have to do this bed and that one over there then we are finished!" Sam looked at him in surprise.

"Frodo, how much have you done already?"

I have weeded this bed and the ones around front." Frodo said with a smile, then he looked up at her with those blazing blue eyes she loved.

"Oh, Frodo I am terribly sorry I should have done most of the work not you! Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" she apologized. Frodo grinned.

" Not a problem really, err…there is something you could do for me though." Sam looked at him, "I was hoping you would help me set up my uncle's party. We could always use some help." Sam finished picking the last weed.

" Of course I can Mr. Frodo. I would be honored to help with the Celebration." Frodo suddenly stood up.

" Why thank you Sam lass." He bowed lightly and went to work on the next bed. Sam crawled over and helped. After a few minutes she found a weed that's roots went down deep. She pulled at the weed but it didn't budge. Frodo watched for a few moments before smiling

" Aren't you ever going to ask for help?" Sam pulled stubbornly at the weed. Frodo eventually got up and went around her back. He knelt down beside her and took the weed, wrapping his arms around her. " On the count of three we pull. Ready? One, two, three!" they each pulled with all their might. All at once the weed came free and they toppled over backwards. Sam fell directly on top of Frodo, with her face centimeters from his. Sam blushed deeply, Frodo tried to keep his blushing down, but it didn't entirely work. Sam slowly got up and looked away, Frodo got up back into his kneeling position. He looked at her for a moment before finally asking,

"Would you like to come inside for some tea?" Frodo watched her for a reaction. She began to shake. He thought that she was crying, so he went to her side, "Sam what's wrong?" she shook her head and turned. Her face was red but instead of tears there was a huge smile on her face. "What's so funny?" She held up a hand with a gigantic weed in it.

"The nasty little bugger got us more then we got it." Frodo just looked at her then began to laugh. The laughed a long while before Frodo got up and offered Sam a hand.

"Come on inside and have some tea with me, Sam." He said it so sweetly she had trouble refusing. Luckily (and not luckily) Marigold, Sam's sister, came bounding up.

"Sam! Father says that he wants you home as soon as you can! He says that he hurt his-self and can't make supper, cause Mamma's gone away to see Grandma Goodchild. She is feeling sick. " Marigold had the strange tendency to explain everything very deeply. Sam sighed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo, I can't The Gaffer needs me." Frodo looked a bit regretful,

"Oh, it's okay. Maybe some other time," he smiled almost ruefully.

" Yes, yes certainly. I really must go, I hope he isn't to badly hurt." Sam didn't really want to leave after Frodo seemed to really want her to stay, but then reminded her self, 'He is an educated Hobbit and doesn't need the likes of you Samantha Gamgee. He's just trying to be a Gentlehobbit, he deserves better.'

" Tell the gaffer I hope he does better." Sam waved, took her sisters hand and was gone.