A Hobbit's Desires
They walked up to the edge, finally reaching the peak and looking out into the massive horizon. "The Shire's moving further away from us every day Mr. Frodo." Sam remarked. "We'll be back soon, the Shire's not going anywhere." Frodo chuckled, "Sam, there's something I've been meaning to tell you…" Sam turned to Frodo and stroked his palm along Frodo's cheek. "Me too." He whispered before lunging forward on to Frodo. "Sam what are you doing?" Frodo asked in confusion. "Just let it happen Mr. Frodo." "No, get off me!" Frodo disgustedly pushed Sam away. "Oh Mr. Frodo," Sam said, "Even Mr. Gandalf didn't resist as much." Frodo looked down. "We can't. The fate of Middle Earth rests in my hands." Sam approached him, "Then let me help!" "Shut the fuck up Sam you're going to wake Dobby, he only went to sleep an hour ago!" Frodo shouted. "I'm perfectly fine with the three of us if that's what you're into Mr. Frodo!" Sam desperately cried, "It's not every day we get to be alone like this. " "I have a job to do Sam, I must take the Ring to Mt. Doom in Mordor." Frodo spoke gently. "Well Mr. Frodo." Sam blushed. "I haven't really tried role playing, but I surely wouldn't mind wearing that Ring and letting you climb my Mt. Doom." "Oh fuck off Sam."