AN: Well, the first chapter worked so well I decided to write a sequel, of
sorts. Frodo's POV of the same night. Sound like fun?
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own any of this. Except the actual writing part. TI just don't own any of the characters, because I'm unoriginal.
Sometimes, I just wonder why. Not anything in particular, just. why? Do I have any purpose in life, except the destruction of the Ring? There's just no point, is there? If I ever destroy the Ring - and that's a pretty big If - what is there more for me to do? And not only that, but the suspicion - no, the knowledge, that I will not survive this Quest, but knowing that the fate of Middle-Earth is in my hands is too much of a weight upon me. That, and the Ring itself. I can often feel its weight upon me, as though my spine will snap under the pressure of it.
And he is not helping at all. I love Sam so dearly, perhaps too dearly, but he does not understand. I normally manage to avoid his monologues. But not tonight. Tonight I heard every word of his confession, every word, straight from his big heart. Sam, I do truly wish your dreams were possible - I dream the same thing so often.
But dearest Sam, my Sam, don't you see? The true love you speak of, Airebrethil and Dias' love lasts an eternity. An eternity is a long time, Sam, until the very end of all existence. I am doomed to die on this quest, and no matter how much we desire being able to feel such a love for each other, we cannot possibly be together for an eternity. If I let you love me, and I let myself love you, and I left this world, it would destroy you. I could never do that to you, I would never wish complete emotional destruction on anyone.
That is why you can't love me, why I forbid you to love me! Sam, do as your master tells you to! Even if I sound cruel in saying this, I am only doing it with the best intentions. You must not let yourself have these feelings for me. I'm not worth ruining yourself over!
Oh, it's pointless. I could never bring myself to tell you these things to your face. I'm glad you sleep, because I cannot bear to keep these things to myself. The thing that's hardest to do is to decide whether I want you to give up your love for me, which will possibly destroy you, not to mention upset you because I shouted, or to let nature take its course, which will definitely destroy you. Sam, I'm sorry I shouted at you as you slept, and I promise I will never shout at you again. I couldn't bear to upset you that way.
You can't hear a word of what I'm saying, so there is really no point in me continuing. But there is one last thing that I must get off my chest before I stop. Sam, no matter how much I insisted that we cannot love each other, I want you to know that I do. I do love you, with all my heart.
We mustn't love each other any longer, but know for the moment, my sleeping Sam, that these things do not only happen in our dreams. Sometimes they are real, and you just don't know it.
*
Frodo kneels beside Sam, and looks at him for a moment. He brushes a brown curl out of Sam's face, and then jerks his hand away as though afraid of waking the other Hobbit.
He leans over the sleeping figure. "I do love you, Sam." He whispers, brushing his lips against Sam's ever so lightly and briefly.
Sam stirs in his sleep. The younger Hobbit's eyes flutter open, and Frodo jumps back in surprise. "Mister Frodo," Sam whispers, "I thought."
"You thought wrong." Frodo replies, a little more harshly than is necessary.
"I had no idea you were awake, Frodo.." Sam whispers, a little hurt by Frodo's callousness. "I had no idea that my dreams were achievable."
Frodo looks up at Sam, a little kinder than before, but still with severity. "They aren't, Sam. Sure, we can love each other now. But what happens when I'm dead? I'll be gone, you'll be destroyed. I suppose the love will automatically make us live happily ever after." Tears come to Sam's eyes as Frodo says these harsh words. Frodo notices this, and places a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. "Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. All I meant was. well, I don't want that to happen to you."
Sam looks at Frodo for a moment, holding the older Hobbit captive in his gaze. "Frodo, why do you have to think about this sort of thing? You might die, yes. But if you die, I will not let myself be emotionally destroyed. I will finish your Quest, and then I will return to your side and never leave you again."
Tears begin to appear in Frodo's eyes as he collapses into the arms of his love. "Oh, Sam. I love you. I love you, and never, ever, ever let me say otherwise. Only you would do something like that for me."
Sam gently ruffles Frodo's hair, and whispers a few last words in his ear before the two of them fall asleep in each other's arms. "Love is the greatest thing in all of Middle-Earth, Frodo, and perhaps it is a thing we can share after all."
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own any of this. Except the actual writing part. TI just don't own any of the characters, because I'm unoriginal.
Sometimes, I just wonder why. Not anything in particular, just. why? Do I have any purpose in life, except the destruction of the Ring? There's just no point, is there? If I ever destroy the Ring - and that's a pretty big If - what is there more for me to do? And not only that, but the suspicion - no, the knowledge, that I will not survive this Quest, but knowing that the fate of Middle-Earth is in my hands is too much of a weight upon me. That, and the Ring itself. I can often feel its weight upon me, as though my spine will snap under the pressure of it.
And he is not helping at all. I love Sam so dearly, perhaps too dearly, but he does not understand. I normally manage to avoid his monologues. But not tonight. Tonight I heard every word of his confession, every word, straight from his big heart. Sam, I do truly wish your dreams were possible - I dream the same thing so often.
But dearest Sam, my Sam, don't you see? The true love you speak of, Airebrethil and Dias' love lasts an eternity. An eternity is a long time, Sam, until the very end of all existence. I am doomed to die on this quest, and no matter how much we desire being able to feel such a love for each other, we cannot possibly be together for an eternity. If I let you love me, and I let myself love you, and I left this world, it would destroy you. I could never do that to you, I would never wish complete emotional destruction on anyone.
That is why you can't love me, why I forbid you to love me! Sam, do as your master tells you to! Even if I sound cruel in saying this, I am only doing it with the best intentions. You must not let yourself have these feelings for me. I'm not worth ruining yourself over!
Oh, it's pointless. I could never bring myself to tell you these things to your face. I'm glad you sleep, because I cannot bear to keep these things to myself. The thing that's hardest to do is to decide whether I want you to give up your love for me, which will possibly destroy you, not to mention upset you because I shouted, or to let nature take its course, which will definitely destroy you. Sam, I'm sorry I shouted at you as you slept, and I promise I will never shout at you again. I couldn't bear to upset you that way.
You can't hear a word of what I'm saying, so there is really no point in me continuing. But there is one last thing that I must get off my chest before I stop. Sam, no matter how much I insisted that we cannot love each other, I want you to know that I do. I do love you, with all my heart.
We mustn't love each other any longer, but know for the moment, my sleeping Sam, that these things do not only happen in our dreams. Sometimes they are real, and you just don't know it.
*
Frodo kneels beside Sam, and looks at him for a moment. He brushes a brown curl out of Sam's face, and then jerks his hand away as though afraid of waking the other Hobbit.
He leans over the sleeping figure. "I do love you, Sam." He whispers, brushing his lips against Sam's ever so lightly and briefly.
Sam stirs in his sleep. The younger Hobbit's eyes flutter open, and Frodo jumps back in surprise. "Mister Frodo," Sam whispers, "I thought."
"You thought wrong." Frodo replies, a little more harshly than is necessary.
"I had no idea you were awake, Frodo.." Sam whispers, a little hurt by Frodo's callousness. "I had no idea that my dreams were achievable."
Frodo looks up at Sam, a little kinder than before, but still with severity. "They aren't, Sam. Sure, we can love each other now. But what happens when I'm dead? I'll be gone, you'll be destroyed. I suppose the love will automatically make us live happily ever after." Tears come to Sam's eyes as Frodo says these harsh words. Frodo notices this, and places a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. "Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. All I meant was. well, I don't want that to happen to you."
Sam looks at Frodo for a moment, holding the older Hobbit captive in his gaze. "Frodo, why do you have to think about this sort of thing? You might die, yes. But if you die, I will not let myself be emotionally destroyed. I will finish your Quest, and then I will return to your side and never leave you again."
Tears begin to appear in Frodo's eyes as he collapses into the arms of his love. "Oh, Sam. I love you. I love you, and never, ever, ever let me say otherwise. Only you would do something like that for me."
Sam gently ruffles Frodo's hair, and whispers a few last words in his ear before the two of them fall asleep in each other's arms. "Love is the greatest thing in all of Middle-Earth, Frodo, and perhaps it is a thing we can share after all."