Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.well, maybe in my dreams but I don't think that
counts.
AN: I know it sucks but I'll go back and tweak it later.I just felt that this scene really needed to be re-written. Remind me again why Sam didn't marry Frodo.he was supposed to.hmmph.
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"You can't leave." Sam whispered tearfully and Frodo felt his heart shudder.
He handed Sam the book in his hands, "The last pages are for you, Sam."
Frodo turned to Merry, trying desperately to avoid the tears in Sam's eyes, the broken look on his face. Merry, too, was crying, but Merry he could handle. The two hugged and Frodo turned to Pippin, hugging him as well. Finally, he turned and walked to Sam. The two stared at each other, Frodo trying his hardest to be strong and Sam looking for all the world as if someone had just told him his favorite pet had died. Frodo stepped forward and took Sam into his arms, hugging him tightly as the blonde sobbed into his shoulder, hands clutching at Frodo's cloak. He didn't want to let go, couldn't bear to leave him. Sam pulled back first, staring up at Frodo the same way he had in Minas Morgul.
'He's married, Frodo. He's not yours anymore,' Frodo told himself.
But then Sam was leaning up and Frodo's resolve broke. He lowered his mouth to Sam's and kissed him, hard. His hand came up to brush across the blonde's cheek, shuddering at the fresh tears he found there as Sam pulled him closer. Frodo could feel the eyes of their friends on him, staring in wonder, probably horror, but he didn't care. Sam was his, if only for this one moment. A moment he would treasure for eternity. Frodo broke the kiss only when the need for air forced itself through his muddled thoughts.
"I love you," he whispered, "Never forget that."
"Never," Sam whispered leaning up and brushing his lips over Frodo's once more.
The touch was so light and fleeting that he might have imagined it if not for the lingering warmth Sam's touch always left. Everything in Frodo was screaming at him to stay, stay with this man he loved and never think about leaving him, if only to prevent him from ever turning those sad eyes upon him again. But he could not.
"I'll miss you so much," Frodo whispered, nuzzling Sam's hair softly.
"Don't forget about me," Sam replied, his voice choked.
"Every time I breathe I'll think of you, Sam. Every time I breathe."
Then Frodo placed a single kiss on Sam's head before turning and boarding the ship. Sam watched, eyes wide, as Frodo turned to him and smiled one last time. A smile that reached his eyes, one meant only for him.
"My dear Sam...You can not always be torn in two...You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy...And to be, and to do...Your part in this story will go on."
AN: I know it sucks but I'll go back and tweak it later.I just felt that this scene really needed to be re-written. Remind me again why Sam didn't marry Frodo.he was supposed to.hmmph.
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"You can't leave." Sam whispered tearfully and Frodo felt his heart shudder.
He handed Sam the book in his hands, "The last pages are for you, Sam."
Frodo turned to Merry, trying desperately to avoid the tears in Sam's eyes, the broken look on his face. Merry, too, was crying, but Merry he could handle. The two hugged and Frodo turned to Pippin, hugging him as well. Finally, he turned and walked to Sam. The two stared at each other, Frodo trying his hardest to be strong and Sam looking for all the world as if someone had just told him his favorite pet had died. Frodo stepped forward and took Sam into his arms, hugging him tightly as the blonde sobbed into his shoulder, hands clutching at Frodo's cloak. He didn't want to let go, couldn't bear to leave him. Sam pulled back first, staring up at Frodo the same way he had in Minas Morgul.
'He's married, Frodo. He's not yours anymore,' Frodo told himself.
But then Sam was leaning up and Frodo's resolve broke. He lowered his mouth to Sam's and kissed him, hard. His hand came up to brush across the blonde's cheek, shuddering at the fresh tears he found there as Sam pulled him closer. Frodo could feel the eyes of their friends on him, staring in wonder, probably horror, but he didn't care. Sam was his, if only for this one moment. A moment he would treasure for eternity. Frodo broke the kiss only when the need for air forced itself through his muddled thoughts.
"I love you," he whispered, "Never forget that."
"Never," Sam whispered leaning up and brushing his lips over Frodo's once more.
The touch was so light and fleeting that he might have imagined it if not for the lingering warmth Sam's touch always left. Everything in Frodo was screaming at him to stay, stay with this man he loved and never think about leaving him, if only to prevent him from ever turning those sad eyes upon him again. But he could not.
"I'll miss you so much," Frodo whispered, nuzzling Sam's hair softly.
"Don't forget about me," Sam replied, his voice choked.
"Every time I breathe I'll think of you, Sam. Every time I breathe."
Then Frodo placed a single kiss on Sam's head before turning and boarding the ship. Sam watched, eyes wide, as Frodo turned to him and smiled one last time. A smile that reached his eyes, one meant only for him.
"My dear Sam...You can not always be torn in two...You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy...And to be, and to do...Your part in this story will go on."
