Disclaimer: Wow, these are really annoying. You know the drill. I don't
own Lord of the Rings or any of its settings or characters; just this
story.
A/N: FYI, I'm basing the characters on those from the movie. So just picture them like the ones from the movie…which I also don't own. (Sigh) life sucks. I would like to send an apology out to all those, whose reviews were lost. I had a "little" trouble uploading the 2nd chapter. I couldn't figure out why it kept inserting the 1st chapter into the 2nd chapter. After about an hour of swearing and one deleted story later (why the reviews were lost), I finally figured out that it's supposed to do that. I've also noticed that this thing doesn't put italics on my selected words. Frodo's book is supposed to be italicized, as well as his thought in the end. From now on, any first person sentence with * * is a thought. And if those don't show up, it's anything first person w/out "". I've decided to be nice and post this early. I'm sorry the past chapters have been kinda short. Chapter 4 will be longer, and with slash (YAY!). I know I told you this would be slash, and it's coming, don't worry! But like I said before NO GRAPHIC SEX. OK personal review time!
Helen Majere: I liked your enthusiastic review. Well here's your "fix." Enjoy!
Sgt-Benton: I'm so glad that you are enjoying my slash story even though you said you didn't go for those. That really makes me feel good. Thanks!
Pip Morgan and Race skylark: Hey guys! I like returning reviewers 'cuz that means you enjoyed the story enough to come back, and that makes me happy. I've actually been thinking about writing a Pip 'n' Merry story (probably slash; I wouldn't have it any other way with these Hobbits, LOL). Sorry that I lost your previous review. I look forward to the next one!
Goddess Morrigan: Like Sgt-Benton, I'm happy that you like my story, even though you don't like slash. I liked your review a lot, thanks. Looking forward to the next one!
Here we start yet another chapter!
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A Winter's Tale
Ch. 3: A Dinner Invitation
By: Kate
Mirkwood: The Forest of Mysteries lay forgotten on the arm of the chair Frodo was sitting in. He was sitting, hugging his knees to his chest with his ankles crossed, and staring into the fire. He didn't even hear the hurried knocking on his front door. He did; however, hear the loud pounding and a far-off sounding "Mr. Frodo! Please open up!" The howling wind disguised the voice, leaving Frodo to wonder who in Middle Earth would be crazy enough to venture out in this weather. He got up to open the door and jumped back in surprise when he saw who standing, shivering, on his doorstep.
"Sam!" exclaimed Frodo as he pulled the frigid Hobbit inside. Shutting the circular door with a snap, he turned to face Sam.
"A lovely surprise, but what in Middle Earth brings you here? And in such dangerous weather?"
"Well," Sam began, not bothering to remove his coat and scarf, "you…you see Mr. Frodo, I was sittin'…sittin' at home an' watching the storm out…outside and I got t-to thinkin'…" Sam became slightly uncomfortable and started to nervously pick at the threads in his scarf. "I got to thinking about you in this big, lonely house, figurin' you would be havin' only the living room fire goin'." Frodo gave a sheepish smile and looked away. "Well I guess my folks noticed my worryin' 'cuz Mum sent me down here to fetch you for dinner," Sam said this last part very quickly.
Frodo looked, quickly, back at Sam. The Gamgees invited him for supper? Frodo had never been invited to anything other that a few birthday parties. He didn't quite know how to respond.
"That's…that's very generous of your family, Sam, but…but you see I already ate." Frodo gestured to the table by the chair he had previously been occupying. Sam took note of the half-eaten apple and chunk of bread left, as well as the have drunk tea. He looked back at Frodo with a cocked eyebrow and a "Yeah right" expression on his face. Frodo blushed and looked at his large, furry feet.
"Uh…hehe…well-"
"Now Mr. Frodo," Sam's voice was stern. "I know you and your 'suppers.' You haven't been eatin' much lately - yes I know!" he said angrily as Frodo, upon hearing this, looked up quickly. Frodo was surprised, not only that Sam was scolding him (he found this more amusing than anything), but that he knew about his skipping meals. Sam was obviously more observant and knew more than Frodo realized. He laughed inwardly. *What would I do without you, Sam?* As he thought this, a great affection for Sam washed over Frodo and he threw himself at Sam, wrapping his arms about his neck.
"Oh Sam!" he laughed, still hugging a very surprised and slightly embarrassed Sam. "Yes, I'll go. Besides, it appears you won't take 'no' for any answer." Sam chuckled, but began to feel uncomfortable with such close contact with his master.
"Well, we'd better be off, supper's waitin' and Mum'll have a fit if we aren't there soon," he said, untangling himself from Frodo's grasp. Frodo stepped back, smiling.
"Ok, I'll be right back," he said, and hurried into his bedroom. He stood in front of his mirror to make sure everything was in order. He was wearing a dusty blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled back up (the way he always wore his shirts) with some dark reddish-brown britches. He ran a hand through his slightly tousled curls, combing them out. He smiled.
Back in the entryway, Sam assisted Frodo in suiting up for the hard trek ahead. Sam opened the door and a gust of wind and snow blew in, sucking the air from their lungs and chilling them to the bone. Frodo closed the door, tightly, behind him and followed the dark shape ahead of him that appeared to be Sam. The two Hobbits made their way down the walkway and out the front gate.
The snow was deep, very deep. It came up to Sam's waist. His previous tracks had been long since covered. The hobbits were also going against the wind, which made things worse. He turned to make sure Frodo was still with him. He wasn't. He was a good fifteen feet behind Sam. Sam tried calling to Frodo, but the wind carried his voice away before it could get to him. He hurried back to Frodo, who looked up at Sam with weary frightened eyes.
"I'm c-c-c-cold-d-d," he said, teeth chattering. Although Sam couldn't quite hear him, he could read his now pale lips. Sam wrapped one are around Frodo, hugging him close. With the other he grasped Frodo's right, gloved hand. There was no way he was going to leave Frodo…not when he held his heart.
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Dum, dum duuuuummmm! Cliffhanger! Stay tuned. Mild slash next chapter. Read and review, please.
A/N: FYI, I'm basing the characters on those from the movie. So just picture them like the ones from the movie…which I also don't own. (Sigh) life sucks. I would like to send an apology out to all those, whose reviews were lost. I had a "little" trouble uploading the 2nd chapter. I couldn't figure out why it kept inserting the 1st chapter into the 2nd chapter. After about an hour of swearing and one deleted story later (why the reviews were lost), I finally figured out that it's supposed to do that. I've also noticed that this thing doesn't put italics on my selected words. Frodo's book is supposed to be italicized, as well as his thought in the end. From now on, any first person sentence with * * is a thought. And if those don't show up, it's anything first person w/out "". I've decided to be nice and post this early. I'm sorry the past chapters have been kinda short. Chapter 4 will be longer, and with slash (YAY!). I know I told you this would be slash, and it's coming, don't worry! But like I said before NO GRAPHIC SEX. OK personal review time!
Helen Majere: I liked your enthusiastic review. Well here's your "fix." Enjoy!
Sgt-Benton: I'm so glad that you are enjoying my slash story even though you said you didn't go for those. That really makes me feel good. Thanks!
Pip Morgan and Race skylark: Hey guys! I like returning reviewers 'cuz that means you enjoyed the story enough to come back, and that makes me happy. I've actually been thinking about writing a Pip 'n' Merry story (probably slash; I wouldn't have it any other way with these Hobbits, LOL). Sorry that I lost your previous review. I look forward to the next one!
Goddess Morrigan: Like Sgt-Benton, I'm happy that you like my story, even though you don't like slash. I liked your review a lot, thanks. Looking forward to the next one!
Here we start yet another chapter!
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A Winter's Tale
Ch. 3: A Dinner Invitation
By: Kate
Mirkwood: The Forest of Mysteries lay forgotten on the arm of the chair Frodo was sitting in. He was sitting, hugging his knees to his chest with his ankles crossed, and staring into the fire. He didn't even hear the hurried knocking on his front door. He did; however, hear the loud pounding and a far-off sounding "Mr. Frodo! Please open up!" The howling wind disguised the voice, leaving Frodo to wonder who in Middle Earth would be crazy enough to venture out in this weather. He got up to open the door and jumped back in surprise when he saw who standing, shivering, on his doorstep.
"Sam!" exclaimed Frodo as he pulled the frigid Hobbit inside. Shutting the circular door with a snap, he turned to face Sam.
"A lovely surprise, but what in Middle Earth brings you here? And in such dangerous weather?"
"Well," Sam began, not bothering to remove his coat and scarf, "you…you see Mr. Frodo, I was sittin'…sittin' at home an' watching the storm out…outside and I got t-to thinkin'…" Sam became slightly uncomfortable and started to nervously pick at the threads in his scarf. "I got to thinking about you in this big, lonely house, figurin' you would be havin' only the living room fire goin'." Frodo gave a sheepish smile and looked away. "Well I guess my folks noticed my worryin' 'cuz Mum sent me down here to fetch you for dinner," Sam said this last part very quickly.
Frodo looked, quickly, back at Sam. The Gamgees invited him for supper? Frodo had never been invited to anything other that a few birthday parties. He didn't quite know how to respond.
"That's…that's very generous of your family, Sam, but…but you see I already ate." Frodo gestured to the table by the chair he had previously been occupying. Sam took note of the half-eaten apple and chunk of bread left, as well as the have drunk tea. He looked back at Frodo with a cocked eyebrow and a "Yeah right" expression on his face. Frodo blushed and looked at his large, furry feet.
"Uh…hehe…well-"
"Now Mr. Frodo," Sam's voice was stern. "I know you and your 'suppers.' You haven't been eatin' much lately - yes I know!" he said angrily as Frodo, upon hearing this, looked up quickly. Frodo was surprised, not only that Sam was scolding him (he found this more amusing than anything), but that he knew about his skipping meals. Sam was obviously more observant and knew more than Frodo realized. He laughed inwardly. *What would I do without you, Sam?* As he thought this, a great affection for Sam washed over Frodo and he threw himself at Sam, wrapping his arms about his neck.
"Oh Sam!" he laughed, still hugging a very surprised and slightly embarrassed Sam. "Yes, I'll go. Besides, it appears you won't take 'no' for any answer." Sam chuckled, but began to feel uncomfortable with such close contact with his master.
"Well, we'd better be off, supper's waitin' and Mum'll have a fit if we aren't there soon," he said, untangling himself from Frodo's grasp. Frodo stepped back, smiling.
"Ok, I'll be right back," he said, and hurried into his bedroom. He stood in front of his mirror to make sure everything was in order. He was wearing a dusty blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled back up (the way he always wore his shirts) with some dark reddish-brown britches. He ran a hand through his slightly tousled curls, combing them out. He smiled.
Back in the entryway, Sam assisted Frodo in suiting up for the hard trek ahead. Sam opened the door and a gust of wind and snow blew in, sucking the air from their lungs and chilling them to the bone. Frodo closed the door, tightly, behind him and followed the dark shape ahead of him that appeared to be Sam. The two Hobbits made their way down the walkway and out the front gate.
The snow was deep, very deep. It came up to Sam's waist. His previous tracks had been long since covered. The hobbits were also going against the wind, which made things worse. He turned to make sure Frodo was still with him. He wasn't. He was a good fifteen feet behind Sam. Sam tried calling to Frodo, but the wind carried his voice away before it could get to him. He hurried back to Frodo, who looked up at Sam with weary frightened eyes.
"I'm c-c-c-cold-d-d," he said, teeth chattering. Although Sam couldn't quite hear him, he could read his now pale lips. Sam wrapped one are around Frodo, hugging him close. With the other he grasped Frodo's right, gloved hand. There was no way he was going to leave Frodo…not when he held his heart.
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Dum, dum duuuuummmm! Cliffhanger! Stay tuned. Mild slash next chapter. Read and review, please.