i cast a spell
our hands are gently touched,
and then look at me smile
we pretend not to realize how we really feel
and suddenly...
we fell in love
Note this is the ending ^_^ I'm sorry it took so long. I mean, VERY long. I had a horrible case of procrastination AND writers block. Go figure.
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The grass gave no motion to a windless summer day where the dew was sparce and the sun was optimistic. The four hobbits Merry, Pippin, Samwise and Frodo had planned to go and camp through the suburbs of the Shire, in hopes of relaxing, and for Merry and Pippin, in hopes of getting Frodo and Sam to confess their ultimate feelings. Being obliged to do so, Merry and Pippin were determined, and their next plan called for a a very serious matter. One neither Frodo nor Samwise would expect...at least, from these too slow-witted cousins.
The group awoke early, which was in proper place for both Frodo and Samwise who were always use to this habbit. Merry and Pippin on the other hand, always slept in too late for such mutational matters and this didn't strike the two until they were forced into this.
Frodo walked in, with as much effulgence as he could have possibly beheld and smiled marvelously at Merry and Pippin.
"I'm very excited about today!" He exclaimed...It was no doubt something could have happened to Frodo besides looking forward to the trip. Merry knew in his mind that Frodo wanted Samwise to be by his side the whole time, never to leave. As for Pippin...Pippin could only smile, and Merry smiled back. It seemed that both hobbit's mercurial wit would lead to the victory of love for both Frodo and Sam.
"As am I," Merry contributed. "I don't suppose we're going to waste anytime leaving, now are we?"
A frown approached Frodo's smile with a hammer, and he mumbled, "Samwise hasn't aroused from bed though."
"Shouldn't we wake him?" Pippin suggested. "He is awake," Frodo stiffed out. "He is very much under the weather though. I know he is prolonging our departure now, but we should give him time to get up. No hassle for him, I believe. If he is too weak to scurry to us, I don't want to force him."
"That's not true, Mr. Frodo," an elegant voice soothed Frodo's worried thoughts of a crippled Samwise. "I'm more over the weather if anything!"
Frodo turned to see a glorious Samwise standing in the hallway from the bedroom, his bags packed and clothes prepared. Steam rose from Frodo's body and he felt flustered, seeing Samwise smiling there.
"I'm feel as strong as a horse, not to mention my mind is more cleared then before," Samwise boasted finely. He began to walk towards the main hallway near the door...to where Frodo was, when he nearly tripped on his own manner and impassively gasped. Frodo ran to Samwise with no exceptions, and wrapped his arm about Sam.
"Oh dear Sam!" Frodo weeped, "You are not well at all! You are as tired as the River. You surely are. Always going...Please, rest."
To which the lethargic Samwise replied, "No, Frodo! I forbid it. I will most certainly go with you on this trip."
"Sam..." Frodo whispered, near tears. As Frodo stared down at Samwise, adorned in his grace and the beauty of his determination, he realized that he did not want to move. Where he was, and wanted to was a place where he could always protect Sam. It was where he could wrap his arms around his dear gardener without having to fear rejection. And yet...
"I wish..." Frodo mumbled, "I wish it wasn't this way."
"What wasn't what way, Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo blinked and regained realistic thought with a shock that Samwise had heard him. He tried to shrug it off, "Nothing, Samwise! Nothing at all..."
Frodo stood, and beamed down at Sam, letting out a hand to lift his spirit up. "Come on now...We have to get going, or our free time will flock before we know it!"
Reluctantly, pending Frodo's afore blurted statement, Samwise nodded with a grim smile and held to Frodo's small, yet soft hand. Sam blushed and thanked his master, and then turned to Merry and Pippin.
"Good morning!"
"Good to see ya, Samwise," Merry exclaimed. "We were more than worried about you. I see you're up and going now, right?"
"I feel more than better, and no mistake. I'm sorry to have caused any trouble..."
"Oh! You could never be a trouble Samwise," Pippin added. "At least, not in every way!" Pippin laughed at his incredibly silly remark, relating to the situation himself and Merry were in.
Samwise sighed and smiled. "I would like to go now, because from here I can hear the rivers and flowers calling!"
Everyone smiled, even Frodo who was dwelling over Samwise's feigned smile.
"I agree," said Frodo. Today the Sun will envelope us, I believe. And we will be envied by the Sky. I want today to be more than a remembrance of a well-earned day with my greatest friends, but something that will continue on. Something will happen today, I believe...that will never end.
Along the curves of a long winding river, and the beneath the arms of the reigning trees, four hobbits walked together; singing and laughing, wondering and surveying, and of course: plotting out a hobbit love story.
Among the love that bounced between Samwise and Frodo, it was up to both Merry and Pippin to perform a mircalous task of getting the two to confess what was impossible to confess.
"Well Merry," Pippin mumbled. "What do we do now?" Pippin closely watched as Sam and Frodo walked side by side, pointing out rare beauties in the trees and fields.
"I thought you were the brains of this," Merry scorned back.
"Well, You have a point," Pippin concluded. A feeling of great triumph rang through Pippin's feet up to his brain, and he gasped with the happiness of his genius creation. "I have it!"
"Have what?" Frodo turned, quarrying Pippin.
Pippin turned red with laughter. "Nothing! Could you hold a minute? I think I dropped something. Oh don't worry, I'll catch up!"
Frodo stared questioningly at the embarrassed Pippin and shook his head. What bad could such humorous hobbit do?
Pippin ran through the tangled trees off the main path, with the knowledge of knowing there was a lake up stream. He ran through the mud and reached the riparian area of the river. Pippin laughed madly and rubbed his hands together. He ceased his cackling the moment he heard Samwise say to Frodo not far away, "Mr. Frodo, I'd dearly like to camp under a willow tree..."
"Here's where the fun begins," Pippin happily swooned. He kicked a rock in front of the Pathway, in hopes of an "accident."
"We'll have to see about it Samwise," Frodo continued. "I would love to, also! But there aren't many of those around here..."
"Oh, Don't worry Mr. Frodo! I know where you can find one or two. I'm not just for flowering, you kn---"
Samwise winced as his foot smashed up against a jagged rock, and crying in pain, he slipped over and fell dramatically into the lake.
"Samwise!" Frodo cried with uncertainty.
Merry twitched, knowing that rock wasn't put there by nature. That Pippin must have been dreaming of mushrooms when he said he had more brains than me.
"Merry!" Frodo cried. "Merry, Samwise can't swim! He's in the water. Samwise is...Samwise?"
"Yes, yes he is," Merry said with much consideratin of how strange Frodo was being. He closed his eyes slowly only to open them again as Frodo squeaked with delight.
Samwise sat drenched in the water, drops pouring from his hair and cheeks. Frodo ran out into the water and held him, then aiding him up.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, of course...it was shallow water," Sam laughed a bit, forgetting he was soaked with his clumsiness. Pippin heard this through the bushes he had hidden in and shook with anger that his master plan had faltered.
"Damn it all!" Pippin shrieked, blasting out from the bushes along with flying loose leaves and twigs. The wet Samwise and curious Frodo sat there with no good explanation on their face. Pippin thought only to laugh it off and stepped out, over the bushes with his hands behind his back.
Merry closed his eyes in disgrace and his head met his hand. "Wonderful job, you foolish Took."
Pippin glared at Merry with much dismay, "It was a good try though, wasn't it?"
"I suppose so," mumbled the captious Merry. "But it still didn't..."
Merry was interrupted with the scenery of Frodo and Sam pasted to the wonderful azure fields in the sky. Among the riverbank, Frodo sat on his knees, with a towel bundle in his hands, warming Samwise from the shaken cold he had been drenched in. Samwise was blushing as Frodo made contact with Samwise's hair, rubbing heat to make it dry. And his face flustered as Frodo took a napkin to his cheeks and gently stroked the trickery away.
Frodo smiled contently, his eyes half closed with that shining only a mother brought to her kin when they were wounded or affected by a horrible comment from a peer. As Frodo tended to his wonderful friend, Merry felt a warmth strike his back and he arched, enchanted by such wonderful companionship.
The music in Merry's head swooned back and forth...it caressed his heart, and suddenly he felt inspiration. This hope that he'd always be able to help a friend, and that's what he would do.
A voice hollered through Merry's subconscious though, and it broke the beautiful music that had caught his mind. "It didn't what, Merry?" Pippin demanded to pry from Merry's lips.
Merry could no longer answer Pippin with a mordant comment, and pointed at both Frodo and Samwise. Pippin turned around with a aggravated expression that lasted only until he saw such a joyous scene. "Merry...did I...did I do it?"
"I hope so," Merry prayed.
As Samwise was on his knees and hands, close enough to Frodo's graceful face as well as touch, nothing was more blissful than where he was now. He was feeling as though he was lucky to have tripped on that rock, whether his toe was surging blood from a hard impact, the pain was numb with a feeling of...well, love. A love for Frodo, and only Frodo.
Though for Frodo, it was more than love. It was what he had dreamt of, and what had always made his poems more intriguing and full of emotion. To be able to stroke such a lovely hobbit's face, and finally know how soft his hair was. A feeling rose inside him...a very unique feeling. Frodo didn't know why he was so happy that Sam was in pain and needed him, for pain was the last thing Frodo wanted Samwise to behold. But as long as he was there to heed that pain, then it would be absolutely fine.
Everything was watching upon them, and it seemed that everything was routing for them, as well. Alas, Samwise had no courage to move, and Frodo's touch had frozen him. His spine shook and he couldn't keep himself from wildly blushing. He felt so embarrassed that Frodo would have to watch him like this. It must really be insulting...to help someone, and they expect more from you. No, Samwise was not like that. He truly did feel like he was taking more than was given from Frodo and it corrupted his poor heart. I mustn't let Frodo labor himself over my mistake...It's very foolish of me.
Samwise pried himself from the muddy bank of the river. Frodo frowned and pulled Samwise down further the more he tried to ascend. "Samwise, you are wounded. Please don't try to stand..."
"It's quite alright, Mr. Frodo. Thank you dearly for caring so..."
"I dont believe so..." Frodo held around Samwise's arm and gave a look that really did say: "Let this last a little more."
Samwise loosened his will to get away, and Frodo's grasp pulled Samwise more harder than intened to the ground, also forcing Frodo over.
With such an action from Frodo, both hobbits were caught in a situation most heard and scene of in any romance story such as this. Frodo, with his hands now soiled in the moist dirt, leaned over Samwise with much shock. He shook more than he could have guessed as Samwise, too, blushed madly as well as shook.
Frodo blinked nervously, and thought to himself; How many times will I ever see Samwise like this?...If I ever have a chance to do what I want, it would be up to myself to decide. I can't go on wallowing in my own regret...
Frodo slid his feet so he himself would fall closer, and he shook with more fear than he had in the first place.
Sam tried hard to remain impassive and not hint to Frodo any sort of fear of being loved. It was impossible to ignore. He felt a rise of tears ready to make him weep at any moment. He could not tell if he was going to cry for the thought of Frodo feeling the same or that he was afraid of offending his companion.
Frodo placed his shaking hand on Samwise's shivering cheek, and he had almost forgotten how caked his hands were with mud. Samwise's eyes twitched, but almost with this unexpected action from Frodo. Almost like a rabbit before it's ripped apart by its prey. Samwise wasn't aware, though, that he was not the only one suffering fear.
Finally, in an attempt to cease such terror that watched over Frodo and guided him in wrong ways. He moved toward Samwise like a marionette...controlled by emotion. He closed his eyes and before he could reach his destination, Samwise wailed with toil.
Frodo's eyes shot open and saw Samwise lift his knee up so he could rub the pain from his foot away.
"Oh Samwise! I'm so sorry! I really am! I did not mean to harm your wounded toe! I'm so inconsiderate..."
"No!" Samwise coughed and continued, "I mean...that is not true! Certainly not, Mr. Frodo, and no mistake! It's easy to reckon you would do not one thing harm, whether plant nor animal, nor any posession one could cherish. I know you didn't mean it, you shouldn't grive on it. It was my mistake for not watching where my feet were going!"
Turning the other way, Frodo placed his hands together, trying to ignore his conscience. No words could sooth me from a pain much greater than that...it's the withdrawel from you, Samwise, that I can't stand.
"Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo couldn't bear to turn around anymore. Even if it was withdrawel from his loved hobbit...If he could not have Samwise in his wing, in his life, in his heart...then he couldn't bear Samwise. Yes, Samwise was in his life, but not in the way Frodo had wanted always and forever.
Frodo winced and cried, "I'm so selfish..."
Merry was close enough to hear the words Frodo marked true, but for others a false statement that should never be uttered by such a person.
"Frodo, I," Merry whispered. "I...I wish I could..." He sighed and didn't know what to say, as Frodo stood there staring at the ground with such tears burning his skin.
Looking up to his cousin, Frodo tried to smile but it was claimed impossible as the works left his lips: "Merry, there's nothing you could do." Frodo lifted his bag, and in Pippin's view, smiled greatly. Pippin gave a feint smile that lasted all no more than five seconds. Frodo tried to shrug it off, knowing Pippin could not smile in such a situation. "Come on," he said with as much valor in this predicament as possible. "Let's keep going, and a bit more after this lake, there are a lot of beautiful fields to rest in. For lunch, that is. If we are there until night fall, I can assure that many fireflies come out...It's a precious thing you all must see." Frodo turned and smile, closing his eyes to hide his red eyes. Everyone motioned to follow Frodo as he turned towards the path and began walking with a song.
Merry looked at Pippin, and Pippin looked at Merry. They both knew it was vital to try harder than they were. And as Merry gave Pippin a look that said, "What a WONDERFUL thing you just did Pippin, what a real show" they walked down the path, with Samwise tagging more than slowly behind.
Outside, Samwise was muddier than the riverbank itself, and still trying to shine with that happiness he always bore. Yet inside, he felt tortured like a rose bush: full of thorns, and he was bleeding.
Later that evening, much after lunch and long after dinner, the four hobbits sat on a petit hill in an open field, watching fireflies rise from the grass and meet the sky. Their lights kissed the air and faded in all directions. Frodo seemed to have recovered from his unstable condition and sat comfortably next to Samwise and Pippin and pointed out happily to the glowing bugs. Samwise, on another note, still dwelled on his own descisions and regretted anything that meant telling Frodo he has long since loved him.
He could not help but smile though. He could not help watching Frodo rejuvenate from such a horrendous scenario. He could definitely not help such a warm smile Frodo gave as his hand waved in the crisp air. Samwise felt his own arm rise as he pointed to the sky, and to his luck, something came by that truly blessed his heart.
"Quickly! Look!" Samwise shouted, not minding the interuption he gave.
The other three hobbits all cheered and gasped with much delight to have viewed a shooting star.
"That was marvelous! Sam, thank you for looking up and not forwards!" exclaimed Pippin. "Did you make a wish? I know I did!"
"Ah...well, actually..." Samwise felt very ashamed for being so forgetful. "I was too focused on getting you guys to see such a rare thing, I forgot about making my own wish."
"Well then! Why don't you now? As long as your own eyes have seen it, the wishing may be wushed!" "Really?"
"Oh! of course!" Pippin went on. "Also, if you didn't know this Samwise, it's said that if two people in love are together for the first time and witness a shooting star, their wish will be granted!"
Samwise grew tense and thought that this would be a perfect time to wish that he could somehow let Frodo know. As for Frodo, who as well had heard what Pippin had to tell, wanted to wish this very same thing!
Merry sat in the grass, giving Pippin a look just like many others he usually does that said "Very great idea, Pippin!"
"What have I done?" whispered the wise Peregrin.
"What you just told Sam!"
"What I just told...Oh! I see," Pippin laughed. "I am a marvel, aren't I?"
Merry glared at Pippin, and cunningly replied, "Believe me, you are.
Deep through the night, entangled in the dark, Frodo was laying down, when he heard a cough from the other side. Afraid of any sort of unnatural creature being there, he crawled out from his covers and slowly stood. He walked about, recollecting thoughts from earlier.
"I wonder if Samwise is all right. I can't bear to remember what it was I did earlier...It was unneeded and truly foolish. I'm very cruel sometimes...and only think of my own feelings. It's no way to go about feeling sorry for myself. I want to forgive Samwise. It is true though, that maybe he does feel the same way. He did not recoil from my touch...no, not at all. But if only Samwise could feel what I feel for him...I believe he would look at himself a better person....He is more than loyal...and he was meant for me. I could never do anything more than mourn the fact that I can't tell him I love him, can I? I should be able to help him overcome his own emotions. How can I take care of someone elses though, when I can't even handle my own?"
It was truly assured that Samwise himself was questioning the same thing but in a much more drastic way. He laid still and aware of his surrounded, his eyes blurred though, being unable to see the sky's grace. Even if he were to erase the tears from his eyes they would recoup and attack him once more. He wanted to stand up and leave his thoughts there in those covers, but he felt glued to the spot; he was forced to realize his only truth.
"I know Mr. Frodo must be more than a friend, but everything it happens I mess up. I'm so insecure sometimes...and I can't handle Mr. Frodo crying the way he does. His eyes are too beautiful to bear the stain of red. It's my fault that he is always wallowing in his own self-hate and depression. Lately I've been ignoring any praise he hands to me, and it's bounced off my thick head and latched back onto him. I don't wish to harm my dear master...but what else may I do, or can I do? This agony can only last so long, and it's well overdue."
Breaking apart Samwise's words was a scuffled noise amound the high grass that caught his attention undeniably. As afraid as he was and refused to get up, he decided to knowing if he didn't his friends could be in real danger. He walked out towards the field, checking about with the fireflies lighting his path and in the distance he saw the sillhouette of someone dear to him.
Among the lighted bugs that flashed on and off, he saw his Frodo in the distance upon a slightly rised hill looking out. Stepping forward, he went in that direction to make sure his master was not in trouble.
Frodo's concentration was broken as a calm voice fluttered through his ears. "Mr. Frodo?"
Startled, Frodo turned to find the one person he would have but least expected. He saw Samwise softly come up and hill and stand next to him in a shiningly valor way.
"Would you like to...you know, sit down with me, Sam?"
"I'd like that."
The two sat down side by side as the air was sharply crepuscular as well as the grass that showed off more blue in the night than any green. As the fireflies still flashed their night lights, they softly became more tired and diminished except for a select few. Quietly both hobbits sat and as soon as one mouthed a word, it came out with no noise.
Soon enough though, Frodo was able to stiffle out a word or more. "How do you like this trip so far, Samwise?"
"It's most relaxing, and no mistake!" It was a mistake though, Samwise knew it. He was nowhere near relaxed. He assumed Frodo wasn't either.
Frodo nodded, and continued. "How is your toe? I'm sorry for bumping into it...It was a real disaster that you got wet. I hope it doesn't add on to your cold. That would truly be horrendous."
"Oh, I know. Luckily enough I was able to dry off in enough time. Let's be thankful this isn't the winter," Sam chuckled. "How is your time, anyway? I'm sure you are enjoying yourself too, Mr. Frodo. We both looked forward to this for some time now. Merry and Pippin sure do have such wonderful ideas. I wonder where they pop out of..."
Listening from his own bed area, Merry grinned at the grand statement Samwise decided to make. How ironic, that I was to wake up to an awkward sound, only to hear Frodo and Sam conversing, isn't it?
"I know! They are out of their wit, they are. I don't know how mad I'd go if I were locked in my own home, let alone any house, with either (Merry frowned at this). I must admit they mean a lot to me though. We would not be sitting here now without them, and I'm thankful they are in my life. Nothing means more to me than you three and the Shire (Merry regained his proud grin at this point)."
"That's true," Samwise nodded off and looked down at his knees which he now hugged.
Frodo yawned, and leaned over to Samwise mistakenly and rested his head upon his friend's shoulder. Samwise, smiling at Frodo's innocence, left himself still for Frodo to dream on. He did not blush nor shake, but his heart beated with the contentness he cried for just before he lifted himself from his bed. He looked up at the sky and thanked the shooting star for bringing him more than closer to the loved one he wished with.
Frodo opened his eyes only half way and mumbled to Samwise. "Sam...wherever we stay tomorrow night, let us talk in the night again. Would that be fine with you?"
Samwise nodded with much glee. "Certainly Mr. Frodo. If you are tired, I suggest you sleep. I'm sure we'll have much to do tomorrow and I wouldn't be able to bear keeping you up so late that you need more rest the next day!"
Frodo smiled and nodded, "You're right...I will go to bed, and hopefully you will too. Keep your promise to me, Sam. Tomorrow we will meet around this time, just to enjoy each others company. I have so many things to tell you. So many."
And with that, Frodo stood and let out his hand to his Samwise...and together they walked back to their resting spots together, to dream of each other.
Merry stood there in a spot of glory, plotting up something as his eyes lit up with potential. He ran back to where he had woken and shook Pippin awake.
"What is it, you big git?"
"Pippin! I have it! I have the perfect plan that will set Frodo and Samwise together with each other, always! A test of loyalty, fate, bond...A story of..."
"That's quite enough," yawned Pippin. "Please be obliged to tell me later..." before Pippin could yawn himself down to sleep again, Merry patted his head and then mumbled into his ear, "No time for sleep, buddy. It's sleep or I'm not making any breakfast for you!"
Pippin laughed nervously, and without another complaint told Merry he'd be up in a minute. Thus began their ultimate plan to set things straight, forever.
The next day was celebrated with a long hike through the forests and passed rivers where they had eaten lunch and spent a lot of the day fishing near and swimming. Merry and Pippin, as tired as they were, studied both the other hobbits all day, and they seemed to have most of their fun together than seperated. Yet both were cheerful no matter what circumstance, and finally when the hobbits had reached a rocky area with a cave like structure they decided it was time to pack out and rest for the rest of the night. They ate their fill on ends of toast and cheese, as well as the fish they had catched freshly cooked on a hobbit-made fire.
When the night was late and the fireflies were gone, and Merry and Pippin were assured asleep, Frodo left his resting spot and waited for Samwise, who had yet to show up. It was dark, and he felt frightened. But before anything could happen...be it going back to sleep or waiting more for Samwise, an unknown arm stretched across from behind Frodo and grabbed hold of him tightly, dragging him into the dark.
Screaming as loud as he could and gasping for air, Frodo was taken away as soon as Samwise came running out of the darkness. "Frodo!"
"Samwise!" Frodo screamed from faraway.
"Frodo! Mr. Frodo! Oh my Frodo, where are you?"
"Samwise help, as I---"
Samwise's heart shrank and he shook as he had no idea where to look and where Frodo could have possibly been taken too. Samwise began to weep for he had no clue to trace for where his Frodo had been taken away to, and he was uncertain. He knew this was a time to shine for his master but how could he when he has lost all his bravery...
"Samwise!" came a voice unlike Frodo's.
"Who's there?"
"It's me! It's Merry! What has happened, why were you shouting?"
"Oh Merry...!" Samwise fell and brushed against his close friend. "Mr. Frodo has been taken ahold of! I have no idea of where he could be and I can no longer hear him call my name for help! Mr. Frodo is in ghastly trouble and I have no idea where to reckon his being!"
Merry patted Samwise's shoulder as softly as possible, trying to reassure his lovely friend. "Samwise, follow me. All right?"
Samwise nodded, trying to ignore the tears that broke through and ran down his face.
The two hobbits came running through the dark, through all the trees and soon a holler came running through the air. It called things like, "Find us if you can!" and "Frodo is mine for now!" These statements only pushed Samwise further to his limit and he chased the voice wherever it hopped to. Merry stared at the determined driven Samwise and thought to himself, This truly has Samwise raging, doesn't it?...
Running until they reached a dead end surrounded by nothing but the height of rocks, a tall figure with an oversized hat and strange puffy pants stood ontop of it all, holding onto an unconcious Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo!" Samwise shouted angerly. "Give him back to me sir, please!"
"Not yet, Mr. Gamgee!" the nameless figure yelled.
"What must I do then? What must I do to gain him back?" Samwise stood there more desperate than anything, more worried than anything, and you could tell he was feeling low inside.
The shaded figure in the sky was reluctant to mention what the price was Frodo. Quickly thinking, he called out, "You must...twirl around at least fiften times without pauses!"
Samwise stood there with a wide-eyed expression and gave a suspicious look. Then, without any reply, began to spin without caring how humorous he'd look or how crazy it'd be. Anything Frodo though, is what ran through his mind.
Aftering the fifteen spins, Samwise tried to keep himself still but he felt himself still spin and he felt quite sickly. "Now..." he coughed, and that followed with a couple sneezes. "Now what do you wish for me to do?"
The unknown capturer scratched his chin and then called out, "Take four steps, and three to the right!"
"Must I really?"
"Yes! Don't you want this young fellow back?"
Before Samwise could reply with a thought he decided was worth yelling out in the middle of nowhere, Frodo had awoken quietly, finally realizing he had been captive. He was about to scream as he had realized Samwise down at the bottom of the crevice when Samwise began something that Frodo had longed to hear all along.
"Of course I want my Frodo back! Yes, my Frodo! I do not want him to be in your hands because you barely know him and have no right to know such a wonderful, selfless hobbit! Out of all the flowers in any garden I have had the oppertunity to deal with, Frodo is the most beautiful flower I have ever watch grown before! Through the years I've known him...I've done nothing but admire him, and up to this week have I never cried over it. I've kept it in so long and for now I don't know how I could ever tell him..." Samwise began to cry with much realization. "I don't suppose you'd ever understand what passion I have studied Frodo with. No...you never will. I love him. Only I have witnessed my own hell...and it must be a world without my Mr. Frodo. My Frodo Baggins..."
The dark, cloaked figure stood there stunned. Before he could reply, Sam took the four steps and the three to the right that he was ordered to.
"Wait, wait! Samwise...!"
The words didn't reach the poor hobbit though, and as he took the last of his steps, he fell through the ground and the leaves rained on him. Crying in pain, Samwise was trapped in a deep ditch and Merry came running over. Hearing the last calls of "Samwise! Samwise!" from more than two voices, he fell into black, and that's all he'd remember.
"You fell, Samwise. And then you fell asleep..."
The familar voice kissed Samwise's worries away as he saw Frodo staring at him from above. "Mr. Frodo..." He mumbled, trying to sit up btu instead fell back achining in pain. "What has happened?"
"So much to tell, actually," Frodo replied. "Your leg is broken, and you've caughten a nasty cold Sam..."
"Have I now? I can't remember a thing. All I remember it trying to find you, that is really it."
"Oh, and "Oh, and you did find me Sam, you did." Frodo's eyes glistened in the sunlight and he didn't need to study Samwise's actions anymore to make his own. He leaned over and laid himself next to Samwise's injured body, resting his head near Sam's.
Samwise blushed wildly and mumbled, "Mr. Frodo..."
"Samwise...when I was taken ahold of a stranger, I remember the words you called up to us. Such beautiful words such..." Frodo began to weep and dug his face near Samwise. Samwise, unable to say anything from the shock of knowing Frodo heard, remained motionless.
"Samwise...dear, dear, Samwise," Frodo continued. "Those words have rung through my head since the moment we ran you back here to Bag End. And I've sat on this bed, barely any sleep, and only water, making sure you'd wake up to only see me."
Merry and Pippin sat near the door which was now cracked a ajar and watched the two hobbits as they lay in tears.
"Frodo...what I said..."
"No, no...what you said was meaningful. Don't be shy anymore, my dear Samwise Gamgee. I've felt the same for as long as you, and we've wasted such valuable time dwelling on each other's replies to our love. And all we needed was Merry and Pippin to open us up..."
"Merry and Pippin...?" Samwise thought back to the mysterious person who held onto Frodo and sat up wildly. "Those two!"
Frodo gave Samwise a reason to not talk, and placed a finger on his parched lips. He leaned to Samwise, and pressed against his own finger. And without thinking, Samwise took hold of Frodo's lifted hand, and moved his small hand away, and they met with a kiss.
Merry and Pippin turned red and gave each other "Excellent job!" looks. They turned back to the two hobbits and Samwise nestled back into his bed and Frodo leaned over, and then lifted himself up, just to look at Sam again. Placing a hand on his companion's cheek, he finally blinked back some tears and rejoiced, "I really do love you, Sam."
"Frodo...I know you do, I always have."
Merry and Pippin stood up from their crouching postions and shook each others hands.
"Merry, your plan worked and we've got both of them together!"
"Well, you pulled it off my fine friend! You had some crazy requests from Samwise. It was a real show!"
"You're right...I feel, accomplished. I guess. We should do this more often."
"You think, Pip?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do."
"Well, then," grinned Merry excitedly. "Let's try getting Bilbo to get along with one of them Sackville-Bagginses!"Pippin gave Merry a look of disgust and started walking towards the kitchen. Merry hopped along and suggested more. "Come onnn! We can do anything as a team."
Pippin sighed, "I guess I'll always been the one to depend on when it comes to intellectual situations."
Merry stiffled out a laugh and slapped Pippin on the head lightly with a spoon. They started aruging loudly as Samwise and Frodo still sat together in the bed, conversing on all they had to tell for the passed year or so on what they kept from each other. And as they heard Merry yell, "It was because of me they're together!" they fell asleep laughing in each others warmth...never to be apart again.