it was all awkward.
We went the long way, didn't we?
We got there in the end.
Note: sorry for taking so long. :) AND LOL I can't write poems/songs like Tolkien does, because I suck. I also don't know many names...
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"Come along now!" Merry called, linking his arms with Pippin.
"Come along to where?" Sam suspiciously asked, eyeing their strange smiles.
"To the Green Dragon! Come now, Sam! You can't seriously believe we will be together a week without wanting to come here once!" Pippin frowned, "Do it for me? P-p-p-please?" "The Green Dragon!" Frodo cheered. "I haven't been there in ages! Come Sam!"
"Well...I..."
Frodo wrapped his arms about Sam's one arm, and danced happily ahead, dragging a reluctant (yet very touched) Samwise.
Samwise shrugged, and wrapped his arm to Frodo's, cheering. "Let this be a carefree night for Samwise!"
"Though it's easier said than done," he mumbled.
Ho! The bottle spins,
As we rejoice and sing,
And laugh to the Night before us.
Lo! A star shall not catch my eye,
As I am consumed in this drink,
And the talk until I drop.
Ho! The bottle spins,
And so do I,
On this night of nights!
The song danced through the air as the hobbits entered the door to the dim room. Yet the dimness did not catch the minds of any hobbit there, as the were absorbed in song and drink; the chatter swam through the ears of the four, and they became light-hearted.
"Good evenin'," the bartender replied. "Take a seat, take a seat! You'll be served! As you can see, we're all welcomin' today...being the first week of summer, we're all in such a warm mood."
They all smiled, and he led them to a small table surrounded by warm chairs. "Please, please, sit! Sing a song if need be!"
Pippin sat up, almost amazed at his own ideas. "No, no, maybe later! I'm quite more in the need of ale."
The three other hobbits nodded, and the bartender was off happily. Random hobbits crowded around them as they waited, and they all talked. Pippin, on the other hand, was trying to secretly talk to Merry as Sam and Frodo chatted with the others.
"Merry," Pippin grinned. "I have a wonderful idea. Just play along."
Pippin jumped up upon the table, spilling drinks and scattering plates. "Hullo all!" He cheered.
All the hobbits cheered back, raising their mugs and calling, "Sing a song!" "Yes, sing us a song!"
He nodded to Merry, and began to clap and dance, singing:
"There was a man,
A merry old man,
Who felt his feet flat on the ground,
And whenever he rose,
To the tip of his toes,
He'd sing and spin,
To and fro!"
Pippin's audience began to sway, and they all turned to a giant dancing frenzy. Lovers would link hands and prance about the room, others would clap together and tap their feet, and some would dance by themselves, just for the moment. As where Sam and Frodo just sat there, laughing at Pippin and having a boring, yet fun time.
Merry came up from behind, and asked Frodo, "Come up and dance?"
"Well...I don't know...I..."
Merry grabbed onto Frodo's hand, and twirled him into the center of the dancing hobbits. Dresses span into colorful abysses, and laces flew around everywhere, and Pippin's voice became faster and louder, and the clapping held on.
"What are you trying to do?" Frodo asked Merry.
"What do you mean, Fro? We can't have fun with you sitting there!" He hopped around the room, with Frodo holding onto him, and they'd continuly pass the sitting Samwise.
Until the song ceased, and everyone wailed for more.
"Well," Pippin eyed Frodo and the nonmoving Samwise. "Let us sing together this time!" He cheered, and the crowd of hobbits began to clap once more, and the heartsong became alive once more.
Pippin jumped down from the table, still watching Merry and Frodo dance, and slowly walked behind Sam. "Up you go!"
"Wh...what?" Sam shouted, twirling out into the open dancefloor.
Pippin gave a quick nod to Merry, and Merry twirled Frodo out of his arms. Frodo laughed and closed his eyes, and felt Merry's hand let go, and his hand slipped into anothers.
Opening his eyes, he found Samwise before him, smiling and dancing, almost singing the song.
Frodo was ready to ask, "Sam! How did you appear!" But he shook his head, and felt Sam's soft skin to his. He pulled Samwise closer to him, and they brushed against the air mixed with song and summer, and they forgot about it. The song was a distant calling, that almost didn't exist to them. Almost like a spotlight had caught itself upon them, and they were the center.
And Sam felt himself pull further to Frodo, almost wanting to kiss his smiling face, and laugh and cry...yet he couldn't. He could only smile, and pretend he was only a friend.
He couldn't hold back, though.
Merry and Pippin held onto each other, dancing near Sam and Frodo, trying to get a better look. "Do you think they'll do it?"
"They better," Pippin said, not drawing his attention from the two other hobbits.
Frodo swayed in Sam's arms, and he felt a sudden pull come above him; a shade was above him...and he was safe with Sam in his arms. "Samwise..." Frodo whispered. "I..."
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam flew about, still holding onto Frodo.
Frodo looked into Sam's deep smile, "I never noticed how beautiful your eyes can be..."
Sam turned red, "Nothing compared to yours, sir, and no lying."
Frodo smiled warmly and tightened his hold onto Sam's shoulder, and he slowly felt himself standing to the tip of his toes, as he sang and spun, to reach Sam. A merry man was he, as he closed his eyes...
And the song ended.
Everyone ended their flowing rhymes and dancing, and clapped, commenting each other. A man also had the courage to cry, "Free drinks for all, to celebrate summer! To Master Took and company!"
Pippin turned redder than a beet, and Merry couldn't help but smile too. Yet they both noticed they had failed to have Sam and Frodo confront each other.
The two were standing in the middle of the cleared floor, still clutching onto each other...and staring into each others eyes as if they'd been stabbed in the back.
"Pippin," Merry sighed. "We've got to try harder."
Pippin frowned, and rested his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "I know, Merry...this might take much work."
The Sun was in favor of waking up the peaceful hobbits who embraced with dreams until the dew grew in their eyes. The obligation surely didn't make Sam appreciate the Sun more, though; he was afraid to see Frodo.
And yet, he was sleeping in a guest bedroom opposite Frodo's. Last night was one of the most beautiful of nights for him. He recalled walking in late with Frodo, Merry, and Pippin after staying for hours at the Green Dragon, then admiring the scenary. He didn't care what people thought, because he could also recall getting mixed looks when he'd stare at Frodo, or help him sit up right.
He remembered him and Frodo dance.
Sam nodded off the negative memories, "What do I care?" He closed his eyes with an irritated sigh; more like a grunt.
Moments later he opened his eyes. "I can't..." he wailed. "I can't close my eyes. I'll see Mr. Frodo..."
Digging his face into his pillow, he heard whisperings, followed by a jerk at the door. Frodo popped in, pushed in by Merry and Pippin, who were calling in low voices: "Go, Frodo! Wake him up!"
"Why do you want me---"
Merry and Pippin slammed the door in his face, and pressed their ears against it to get a word. Merry grinned and mumbled, "This will work, I know it! Them two locked in a room, when we open it, I'm sure we'll see little hobbits!"
Pippin held back his wild laughs, "Well, that'd be such a rare thing, all of the Shire would know! Maybe they're name the hobbits 'Peregrin' and 'Meriadoc'!" He stiffled a laugh, "Or maybe 'Little Samwise'" He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, "I can't believe I'll be an uncle."
Merry roared, "I'd hate to see what a cross between Sam and Frodo would look like..."
"Shh! I hear them..." Pippin pressed his head against his door, his hair hugging the green paint.
"Samwise..." Frodo creeped up to the large bundle in the corner of the bed and tapped his gently. "Sam, it's rather late...we should of headed out about now..."
Sam rolled over, revealing his face and sweaty hair to Frodo. Frodo sat there, watching Sam breathe heavily under the tangled sheets. Not thinking, he moved the blanket about, trying to fix it upon Sam's body. "Poor old Sam! You must've had too many drinks." Frodo smiled, as he had wrapped the blanket tightly around his companions shoulders. "I almost don't want to wake you."
Sam groaned lightly, almost in pain.
I want to hold him, Frodo whimpered. I adore him...I wish he adored me, too...
Frodo ran his fingers through Sam's hair, and his body twitched, almost warningly.
"Do you hear anything?" Merry almost yelled.
"Quiet, quiet!" Pippin sneered. "I hear Frodo, but barely. I wish I could have a look."
Merry grinned, "Pip, you stay here," he ran off, with Pippin gazing confusingly. He shook his head, and returned his ear to the door.
Merry ran out the front door, already adorned in the air of the morning, and ran about the side, reaching a small window. He cackled, almost at the genius of his work. "And now, to put my idea into action!" He held onto the window, pulling himself up, and gazed through the window; there was Frodo, leaning closely over the sleeping Sam.
Merry gasped in wonderment, "How sweet..." He peered in closer.
"Should I wake him?" Frodo quarried. "I know I should...Merry and Pip are waiting...but I'm waiting also..." He paused, and beamed down at Sam. "I'm waiting for my Samwise."
Frodo felt the climax of the fairy tale he was in take it's toll, and his eyes began to grow hazy. "Damn this summer morning weather..." He stiffled out, and whiping his eyes. Almost in denial, he'd stare at the resting Samwise, and turn away, tearing more.
Merry leaned forward to the window, he face almost touching it. He rubbed his hand to his eyes, trying to forget Frodo's lachrymose expressions.
Frodo leaned closer to Sam.
Trying to avoid Frodo's face, however, caused Merry to fall from the window, and he found himself laying on the ground. "No!" he yelled at himself, and latched back on to the window, trying to lift himself.
"Dear Sam," Frodo whispered, giving a slight kiss to his cheek, one that lasted softly and quickly. And Sam roused from his sleep slowly, whispering back, "Mr. Frodo...? Mr. Frodo, I overslept, haven't I?"
Frodo shook his head, with a half-content smile to his face. "It's all alright with me, Sam..."
Sam sat up, aware of Frodo's shivering eyes and saddened voice. "Mr. Frodo," he concernedly asked, placing his hand to Frodo's shoulder.
"Sam, Sam," Frodo said, as he bent his head down. "I'm as fine as ever," he smiled up to Samwise.
Sam blinked, almost saddened. Before he could say a word, though, he sneezed, and sneezed again. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo!" He sneezed again. "I've seemed to have...caughten a cold. I'm sure it's was from," he sneezed again, "walking around so much last night."
"We were out long last night," Frodo sighed. "Oh Sam, I'm truly sorry! We shouldn't go, I suppose. I don't want you sicker than you are now."
Sam grabbed onto Frodo's shoulders, and brought him into his arms, almost crying, "No, Mr. Frodo! I want to go! I want to spend this week of summer with Merry, Pip, and you! It's only a cold, I'm fine. I truly am fine!"
Frodo pulled away from Sam, and wiped away a small amount of tears. "I do also..." He held onto Sam again, gripping him tightly, and left the room in a higher mood.
He opened the door to find a startled Pippin with his head still to the door. "What happened!" Pippin asked as Frodo walked away, almost in a dance.
Frodo turned to him and smiled, "We should be getting ready."
"I, uh," he was cutoff as Frodo walked into the kitchen, ignoring all Pippin had to say. Merry came from the front door, quickly after, rubbing leaves and twigs from his clothes and hair.
"What happened to you?"
"Oh nothing...but Bag End needs better windows..."