1 HOUR LATER…

Frodo was slumped over the table, laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing. One glass of wine had led to another, which led to another… you get the idea. He was completely drunk, and had no idea what he was doing, which was exactly how Rose wanted him…

She walked over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder and slowly turning him around to face him. He looked confused. 'Rosie…?'

'Ssssh!' She giggled (she wasn't completely sober either), grabbing Frodo's hands and pulling him to his feet. Suddenly, she pulled him close to her, so their bodies were pressed together, and kissed him, hard, on the lips.

For a moment, Frodo was too shocked to respond, but when he had recovered he joined in the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rose's back and pushing her up against the wall. If he hadn't been so damn drunk, he wouldn't have even considered joining in Rose's little game, but at that moment he had completely forgot Sam's existence. All he could think about was that he was kissing one of the most beautiful hobbit lasses in Hobbiton.

Rose pushed Frodo away, still giggling. She grabbed hold of Frodo's shirt, and pulled him into her and Sam's bedroom. She turned him round and pushed him on to the bed before falling on top of him. She locked lips with him again, stripping his shirt, trousers and underwear off at the same time, leaving him completely naked.

Frodo rolled her around, so that he was on top. Still kissing, he stripped her as well. He straddled her, and then suddenly plunged himself inside her…

***

It was early morning when Frodo woke up. His head was pounding, and everything was spinning around him. He blinked a few times, and the room came into focus.

He wondered what he was doing in Sam and Rose's room; the last thing he remembered was having supper with Rose last night. He rolled over in the bed, and his heart skipped a beat as he realised that Rose was lying right next to him, fast asleep. Horrified, he realised that he and Rose were both completely naked…

And then it all came flooding back to him… all the drinks Rose had coaxed him into drinking, her seduction, being led into her and Sam's room, and then… having sex in Sam and Rose's bed. What had he done?

Perhaps, he thought, if he managed to get back into his room before Rose waked up, she wouldn't remember a thing – she definitely hadn't been sober last night. Frodo groaned as he got out of bed and his head began to spin again.

'Going somewhere?' He heard a singsong voice behind him.

'Shit.' Frodo muttered; she was awake. 'Yes, actually.' He said out loud, turning to face Rose. Any feelings he had had for her last night had now completely disappeared. 'Back to my room, to try and forget about… what we did.'

'And why would you want to do that?' She asked, perfectly innocently.

'Because Sam is one of my best friends, and you are his wife!'

'Oh, come on, Frodo! Sam is an idiot; I don't know why I ever decided to marry him! You're 100 times more handsome.'

'Beauty is only skin-deep, Rose.'

'You're sounding like my father now.'

'Good!'

'Why do you hate me all of a sudden, Frodo? I didn't force you to make love to me, you know.'

'I was drunk!' Frodo shouted, fury in his voice. 'I didn't know what I was doing.'

'Well, you were definitely enjoying yourself…' Rose teased. She got out of bed as well, not in the slightest bit embarrassed by her naked state. She moved closer to Frodo, running a hand down his arm. 'You just need to relax.'

'I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, ROSE GAMGEE!' Frodo cried, grabbing his clothes from the floor, and walking from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Frodo ran to his own bedroom, locking the door behind him. He punched the wall in frustration as the tears began to fall down his cheeks – he had betrayed his best friend. The person he trusted most in the whole of Middle-earth; the person who had gone all the way to Mordor with him; the one who had faithfully served him for nearly the whole of his life. And how did he thank him? By sleeping with his wife! Perhaps it was best if he left the Shire…