Hi everyone! This is a romantic story about Frodo and Sam. I have always liked those two characters and I imagined a love story between then. Tell me what you think about it ! Also, this is my first story in English so there may be some spelling errors (sorry in advance!) You can correct me, but please be kind ^_^ I can't wait to hear your comments for this story. Enjoy 3 3

POV- Frodo

It had been a month now since I was back in Hobbiton. Everything, from the its traditional meals to its peaceful plains looked the same, smelled the same, and tasted the same.

But, yet, everything felt different. I wasn't the innocent Hobbit I once were. Those hurts had been too far for me to enjoy life like I did before. There were so deep that they had spoiled my soul. I was surrounded by flashbacks and nightmares. Those horrid images were following me everywhere, chasing me in my sleep, making me feel stressed and depressed every minute, every second. I felt like a stranger in my own village, my own skin and my own life. There was no going back.

For the first week, my best friend Sam had been staying with me at home to help. He was the only one who had notice that I wasn't well. It was very nice having him with me. I always have liked his presence, his smile, his voice. We didn't need to talk that much. After that last year, fighting for each other, saving one another and almost dying together, he touched a piece of my soul. When those nightmares would trouble me at night, I sometimes looked at him sleeping and took his hand. I felt serener, happier and a bit eager to touch him more. Then, I would go back to sleep and dream peacefully. He gradually became the only one who kept me alive. He took good care of me and I started getting better. But, eventually, he had to leave to take care of his own things and my state just deteriorated.

And I missed him so much. I've always remember having a little crush on him, but it didn't matter back then. But now, after all we'd been through, I realised that he was the bravest Hobbit I had ever encounter. He had been so loyal, so kind and patient. I loved him. I loved so much. But, he liked girls didn't he? He could never love me back…or would he change his mind?

Only time would tell…

Tonight, I was attending a party to celebrate Merry's birthday. I wasn't sure I wanted to come. Feeling lonely in crowded place was my new burden. But since Sam would be there, I decided to go anyway. As I walked down the hill to reach the bar, I suddenly heard his voice calling my name.

- Mr Frodo! You're joining us for the party? he said walking towards me.

His suit was light blue which match his blond curly hair and revealed his strong shoulders. He looked handsome. Really, handsome. I blushed, glad that the dark was hiding it.

- Yes, I said with a tender smile.

- I'm glad you are, he responded, his beautiful eyes shining in the night.

I just started at his face. His features were making me feel safe and grounded.

- I wonder, Mr Frodo, he said, you don't look so well these days. You always look pensive like if something was bothering your mind. Is there anything I could do?

I was touched. He was the only one who had noticed and had the courage to ask. He always had been the one. My love, my soul.

- No. It's okay Sam. It's nothing you can fix, I said putting my hand on his shoulder, but I'm very grateful you asked.

He smiled tenderly at me without putting my hand away. I looked into his eyes and felt so secure.

- Anything you want, Mr. Frodo. Just ask and I'll take care of it, he softly said.

I lost myself in his gaze. His hair was getting longer and making curls around his neck. So much I wanted to run my fingers in it. Feelings of shame suddenly caught me. I removed my hand and walked on. What would he think of me if he knew what was running in my head right now?

We walked in silence for a few minutes. I didn't know what to say. I was lost in thoughts.

- You dressed up for tonight? I finally said.

- Yes, he said embarrassed, well, I, hum, I thought that maybe she'll notice me. You know?

My hearth sunk at his words.

- Rosie? I asked.

- Well, yeah. I was sure she had a husband by the time I was back in Hobbiton, but it appears she doesn't. Maybe she'll be glad to see me again. Don't you think Mr. Frodo?

I felt as if a million spikes would have pierce my throat at the same time. I kept my head down to hide my tears.

- Oh I'm sure she will Sam…. I said, controlling the break in my voice.

We arrived there. This night was going to be horrible.

It had been nearly 3 hours they were flirting near the bar. I hid my pain as best as I could. Drinking beer, being cheerful and laughing at Merry and Pipin's jokes. I was fine. Everything was fine. No big deal right? Yeah right… We'd order way too many beer.

- …And then I took my sword and slayed the Orc. I wasn't as hard as it seems…

- Hum, hum! No. This is when you RAN AWAY and a man slayed the Orc!

Pipin was trying to impress a lady by narrating his adventures, but Merry was disputing the facts. A year ago, I would have found it hilarious, but, as usual, I felt apart. I drank again as I watch Sam try to take Rosie's hand. It was clumsy and she laugh. If only he could have took my hand instead. If only he could have place his fingers into mine… I felt as if my hearth was slowly cracking up and falling into small pieces… So much I wanted to die.

Merry snapped his fingers in my face.

- Heyyy dude! Stop looking at them. You're ruining the thing! She's going to think his best friend's a creep!

- And we don't want to ruin Thaaatttt thing you knowww? Pipin said.

They were both completely drunk. I had enough of that.

- No, I wasn't watching that much. I just want to make sure everything's fine, I said as my face went slightly red. Was it that obvious?

- Oh come on. He looks more than fine and if you want to make sure he stays that way, Stop. Looking. Their. Way. Merry said, his eyes widely opens as if I was an idiot.

- Frodo may I present you Hannah? Said Pipin as he pointed at the girl next to them. She can't wait to hear the heroic journey you've been…

Sam and Rosie were leaving. They were going in the backyard. He took her hand again and opened the door. That's it. He was going to propose. I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to be there when he would come back and tell how wonderful his evening had been. I wouldn't be able to hold my tears when he would announced that she had said yes. Who wouldn't want to marry a guy like him?

- Hum, I think I'll be leaving, I said standing up.

- oHH, come one ! Not now?

- Are you serious? Why? Hannah is waiting for your stories!

They were both protesting, but I didn't hear them anymore. I was already far away. I ran to my house as fast as I could. I didn't care if people noticed me. I didn't want to give them enough time to question me. I didn't want to explain myself anymore. No one would have understand. The only one who could ever do was giving up on me. What was live worth living for?

I was in sweat when I finally arrived. I slammed the door, locked it firmly and threw my jacket on the floor. I sat down by the fire. I was warm and comforting just like my love, but didn't dry my tears. Those flames dancing in his eyes, those flames burning my hearth. I wanted them to consume me entirely. I wanted them to bury me away from Middle Earth. Turn me the ashes so I could fly free. Slowly, I approached my hand form the fireplace. The warm was starting to hurt, but never as much as those cuts in my hearth. And then, it hit me.

I wasn't meant to live in this life anymore. I should have died in Mordor. I was destined to take this quest and I did, but I was also destined to die and I didn't. My great sorrow, Sam getting married, these were all signs that I was left out. It wasn't the first time I've considered that option.

Swiping my tears, I stood up and slowly walked into the kitchen. Looking by the window, I started at my beautiful hometown. Lanterns were illuminating the hills in a soft, almost magic light. Trees were gently swaying into the breeze and the small rain. I could hear some laughter from a distance. Everything was peaceful, quiet and serene. So became my state of mind.

- Goodbye Hobbiton, I murmured.

I took a knife from the utensil drawer and put it on the table. It was the most sharpened one. I sat in front of it and placed the blade on my forearm. I waited, hesitating. Maybe Sam didn't proposed after all? Anyway, if he didn't tonight, he would do it later. He didn't care about my feelings. I was a burden for him since the day we've met. Tears started filling my eyes again. I cut my skin. I couldn't impose him to live with me. I couldn't force him to love me in that way. I cut again, deeper this time. I was a stock in the past, left out. Forever isolated, misunderstood. I belonged to the world of death. Blood was now spilling all over my sleeves, but I didn't kept me from hurting myself again. On my right wrist that time.

- Oucchh!

The pain was excruciating, but didn't care no more. Those wounds on my hearth were so painful I could feel them bleed even harder.

Red. Red was flowing everywhere. I felt dizzy. Was I sitting or laying down?

- I love you Sam, I murmured as I vanished into the dark.