~*A/N: I don't own any characters. Frodo, Sam, etc. are belongings of
J.R.R. Tolkien and no one else. By the way, the "Sarah" in the story is me.
*~
~*Chapter 1: The Birthday Party. *~
It was Samwise Gamgee's birthday, and three-quarters of the Shire had been invited to the party. Every last hobbit was eating, dancing, or socializing—except for one hobbit lass by the name of Sarah Took. She was staring dreamily at the birthday boy, and occasionally sipping her ale. Frodo came and sat down with her.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Sarah's only response was to sigh dramatically. Yes, something was bothering her: her love for Sam, but she wasn't about to admit THAT to Frodo—not when there were so many people around, that is.
"Well, if you'd like to talk, I'm here," Frodo said kindly. Sarah was silent. All she did was sigh again.
"Ok, I'll tell, but please keep it secret," Sarah said. "I'd rather certain people didn't find out."
"Oh?" inquired Frodo. "Like who?"
"Rosie Cotton, for instance. Oh, and Merry and Pippin," she replied, blushing.
"Rosie Cotton?" Frodo repeated. "Why her?"
"Just because," Sarah answered. "If she knew what I'm going to tell you, she'd hate me."
"Sarah, you don't like someone, do you?" Frodo questioned, a hint of laughter in his voice.
She didn't need to reply; her face gave it away and she looked into her ale cup.
"Ha!" exclaimed Frodo. "You DO like someone!"
"Ok, I admit it; I do have a crush on someone," Sarah said, her face like a ripe cherry.
"Who?" demanded Frodo. "I won't laugh, I promise."
Sarah blushed, but then she calmed down enough to say, "I like your gardener, Sam. I would dearly LOVE to ask him for a dance, but I'm too shy."
"Stay here. I'll be right back," instructed Frodo. He rose from his seat before Sarah could ask him where he was going.
Frodo walked over to where Sam had just polished off a Man-sized cup of ale and said, "Go on, Sam, ask Sarah for a dance."
Sam blushed deeply and said, "I think I'll just have another ale."
But Frodo pulled Sam to his hairy feet, said "Oh, no, you don't!", and pushed Sam towards Sarah's table.
Sam had no way out, so he marched over to Sarah, blushed, and said, "Would you like to dance?"
"Sure, "said Sarah, blushing too. "I'd love to."
Frodo winked at Sarah and Sam, who were now dancing like mad hobbits to the music.
After four dances, Sarah and Sam took a break. They got ales and sat down to drink them, talking and laughing.
~*Footnote: Well, how was it? Good? Bad? In between? Please review! Remember, flames will be used to roast Rosie Cotton. Oh, my God, I hate her with a passion. She stole my Sam!*~
~*Chapter 1: The Birthday Party. *~
It was Samwise Gamgee's birthday, and three-quarters of the Shire had been invited to the party. Every last hobbit was eating, dancing, or socializing—except for one hobbit lass by the name of Sarah Took. She was staring dreamily at the birthday boy, and occasionally sipping her ale. Frodo came and sat down with her.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Sarah's only response was to sigh dramatically. Yes, something was bothering her: her love for Sam, but she wasn't about to admit THAT to Frodo—not when there were so many people around, that is.
"Well, if you'd like to talk, I'm here," Frodo said kindly. Sarah was silent. All she did was sigh again.
"Ok, I'll tell, but please keep it secret," Sarah said. "I'd rather certain people didn't find out."
"Oh?" inquired Frodo. "Like who?"
"Rosie Cotton, for instance. Oh, and Merry and Pippin," she replied, blushing.
"Rosie Cotton?" Frodo repeated. "Why her?"
"Just because," Sarah answered. "If she knew what I'm going to tell you, she'd hate me."
"Sarah, you don't like someone, do you?" Frodo questioned, a hint of laughter in his voice.
She didn't need to reply; her face gave it away and she looked into her ale cup.
"Ha!" exclaimed Frodo. "You DO like someone!"
"Ok, I admit it; I do have a crush on someone," Sarah said, her face like a ripe cherry.
"Who?" demanded Frodo. "I won't laugh, I promise."
Sarah blushed, but then she calmed down enough to say, "I like your gardener, Sam. I would dearly LOVE to ask him for a dance, but I'm too shy."
"Stay here. I'll be right back," instructed Frodo. He rose from his seat before Sarah could ask him where he was going.
Frodo walked over to where Sam had just polished off a Man-sized cup of ale and said, "Go on, Sam, ask Sarah for a dance."
Sam blushed deeply and said, "I think I'll just have another ale."
But Frodo pulled Sam to his hairy feet, said "Oh, no, you don't!", and pushed Sam towards Sarah's table.
Sam had no way out, so he marched over to Sarah, blushed, and said, "Would you like to dance?"
"Sure, "said Sarah, blushing too. "I'd love to."
Frodo winked at Sarah and Sam, who were now dancing like mad hobbits to the music.
After four dances, Sarah and Sam took a break. They got ales and sat down to drink them, talking and laughing.
~*Footnote: Well, how was it? Good? Bad? In between? Please review! Remember, flames will be used to roast Rosie Cotton. Oh, my God, I hate her with a passion. She stole my Sam!*~