This is my first fic writing about Frodo and Sam: either F/S slash or just good friends, read it anyway you like. This story was inspired by the bad weather in England :)
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RAIN
It shouldn't be raining. Not in this paradise where the autumn leaves always fell, the burnt orange colour covering the floor in an awkward pattern. Where the sweet singing of Elves drifted through the air, caught on the wind and sent past your ear. Where crackling fires were not for warmth from the cool, crisp evenings, but merely for decoration; a place to gather when stories were told of adventures that Sam could only imagine.
But now he was going on his own adventure along with the Fellowship, a far cry from the security he longed for back in the Shire. He had seemed like a different Sam when he had volunteered to accompany Frodo on his journey. But everything seemed different now, just like the rain which was now falling from the usually cloudless Rivendell sky. A figure walked towards him.
"Cheer up Sam" said Frodo halfheartedly, sitting down next to him, saying no more, just letting the rain cascade down onto him. He leant his head against Sam's shoulder, the damp curls of his hair brushing against his neck. He reached for Sam's hand, gripping it tightly, telling his friend all his fears in that one gesture. Sam took Frodo's hand, holding it comfortingly, watching his breath appear then melt away in front of him. They sat together on that bench as time passed by, how fast or slow it moved neither knew.
"We must look a right pair Mister Frodo. Two soaking wet hobbits sitting out in the pouring rain" said Sam. Frodo smiled and stood up, letting go of his hand.
"Come on then, let's go in and dry off" he said, turning and walking away. Sam watched him disappear into the haze of raindrops. He would always be there for Frodo, and they both knew that. Sam smiled to himself. At least that was one thing that would never change.
~The End~
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Please review!!
Kat xxx
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RAIN
It shouldn't be raining. Not in this paradise where the autumn leaves always fell, the burnt orange colour covering the floor in an awkward pattern. Where the sweet singing of Elves drifted through the air, caught on the wind and sent past your ear. Where crackling fires were not for warmth from the cool, crisp evenings, but merely for decoration; a place to gather when stories were told of adventures that Sam could only imagine.
But now he was going on his own adventure along with the Fellowship, a far cry from the security he longed for back in the Shire. He had seemed like a different Sam when he had volunteered to accompany Frodo on his journey. But everything seemed different now, just like the rain which was now falling from the usually cloudless Rivendell sky. A figure walked towards him.
"Cheer up Sam" said Frodo halfheartedly, sitting down next to him, saying no more, just letting the rain cascade down onto him. He leant his head against Sam's shoulder, the damp curls of his hair brushing against his neck. He reached for Sam's hand, gripping it tightly, telling his friend all his fears in that one gesture. Sam took Frodo's hand, holding it comfortingly, watching his breath appear then melt away in front of him. They sat together on that bench as time passed by, how fast or slow it moved neither knew.
"We must look a right pair Mister Frodo. Two soaking wet hobbits sitting out in the pouring rain" said Sam. Frodo smiled and stood up, letting go of his hand.
"Come on then, let's go in and dry off" he said, turning and walking away. Sam watched him disappear into the haze of raindrops. He would always be there for Frodo, and they both knew that. Sam smiled to himself. At least that was one thing that would never change.
~The End~
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Please review!!
Kat xxx