Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this again? I hate these! They always
remind me of how dull my life is b/c I don't own Lord of the Rings (Could I
at least have one of the four Hobbits? Pretty pretty please?). Anyway…I
don't own anything (god, let's just twist the knife some more, shall we?!)
A/N: It's been brought to my attention that I have made a few mistakes in my writing. One major one: turns out the Shire's winters are not harsh at all! They're actually very mild and snow rarely falls. Please don't let this change the way you think of the story. I'll admit that I'm really not into all that historic mumbo jumbo in the indexes and appendixes. I don't research before I write. The other mistakes were a typo, and Sam's "Yeah right" expression (ch. 3). The "Yeah, right" thing is a little modern, yes, but that's not how I was using it. He didn't say "yeah right". I was merely describing the expression on his face. I felt that using "Yeah right" would be the easiest way to do so…. I also felt it added some "slight" humor to the story b/c I think it's amusing to think of Sam looking like that. So to all those who care about details, sorry about that. This chapter will be longer and…you guessed it! Slash! Very mild though, so don't expect anything major…probably a little kissing, snuggling, but that's it. But there will be more, don't worry! There will also be some angst, again, in this chapter. C'mon, you didn't think a little dinner party would completely heal Frodo's loneliness did you? But what else could? Hmmmm…. One thing that surprised me was how many people interpreted my brief Pip and Merry inference as them being gay. I actually never meant for that to happen, lol. Purely accidental! In case you're wondering about the odd chapter title "Wonderwall", an awesome song by Oasis, inspired it. I'll post the lyrics at the end of the story. OK, response time!
Pip Morgan and Race skylark: I love you guys, too, lol. Frodo will get warm again, don't worry! 'Til next time!
IloveSam: There you are! Sorry I lost your review, but I had some uploading trouble if you recall ch. 2's A/N. Oh my God, you totally read my mind about Frodo staying the night. How did you know I was gonna do that? Of course it was pretty predictable, but oh well. I'm hurrying as fast as I can with ch. 4; it's coming!
Sgt-Benton: I applaud your bravery, for brave you are! Slash is not something to mess around with or be taken lightly, lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Corking Mad: Harry Potter forever!!! Very enthusiastic, thanks Bridge!
MarigoldG: I'm really glad you found the first chapter to be so vivid and emotional, b/c the first chapter is definitely the hardest to write. I'm glad it gave you some comfort, no matter how small. I really liked your story idea for Pippin and Merry. I think my next story has been decided, raging snowstorm and all. Thanks for pointing out those mistakes. Yes after re-reading the third chapter, I noticed the "have vs. half" typo. As for the "yeah right," see A/N. I hope you understand my meanin' (I love how Sam always says that). And as for the snowstorm, the story is too far along to change anything, so it'll just have to be let go. And as for your Pip and Merry suggestion, I will include this very same snowstorm. I don't read about all that extra stuff (once again, see A/N). I appreciate your reviews. I hope you'll enjoy this next chapter, which is gonna be a bit longer.
Sorry this chapter took so long to post. It was a very tricky and sensitive one to write. And long! I had to get to where it was romantic but not too corny or too…well…sexy, if that's the right word to use. I hope it turned out all right (bites nails nervously, waiting for the vegetables from Farmer Maggots' to be thrown).
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A Winter's Tale
ch. 2 - Wonderwall
by: Kate
"Where are they?" Ma Gamgee was pacing the living room, anxiously waiting for her son to return with Frodo.
"Now Bell, I said it afore and I'll say it again. Sam's a strong Hobbit. He's got sense, too. He can handle himself and young Master Frodo out there," Hamfast was till smoking his pipe in front of the fire.
In reality, though, Hamfast was worried. Sam had always been his favorite child. He hoped the two lads would get back soon. The house was too quite, and the Gaffer wasn't used to such silence. His other children had gone to say with some relatives in the eastern part of the Shire. Sam insisted upon staying home, using Frodo's garden as his reason for doing so. But Hamfast knew there was more than Frodo's garden keeping Sam here. It was Frodo himself.
A loud knock sounded at the door. Mrs. Gamgee hurried over and opened it, stepping back as two very cold Hobbits came in, clinging to each other.
"Oh thank the Lady you made it! We were worried sick!" She bustled about, removing coats, scarves, and gloves. She pushed the two over to the fire to get warm while she put supper on the table.
Frodo winced as the fire's warmth washed over him. The numbness was wearing away, but a stinging pain was replacing it. Even the tips of his pointed ears ached. Sam placed a hand on his back, checking to see if he was all right.
"I'm OK, Sam, it's good that it hurts. At least I know I'm not frost- bitten." The he laughed and jokingly said, "I'm getting too old for running around in snow storms."
Hamfast looked at him from where he was sitting. "Too *old*? Master Frodo, you can't be any older than my young Samwise, here."
Frodo laughed again. "Mr. Gamgee, I'm kidding. I'm a Hobbit of only thirty-three years, but hardly Sam's age."
"Supper's on!"
"Yeah Pa, don't you remember Mr. Frodo's party? Twas only a few months ago," Sam said as they sat down to eat.
"Sam, your father never remembers a party. The only thing he remembers is getting' drunk," laughed Mrs. Gamgee. They all laughed at this and began to eat.
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"Are you sure ye've had enough, dear?" Sam's mother pushed the bowl of sweet potatoes towards Frodo.
"Oh no thank, Mrs. Gamgee. I'm quite full. I haven't had a meal that large or delicious in a long time. Bilbo and I weren't ones for cooking," Frodo smiled and patted his stomach.
Mrs. Gamgee smiled warmly at Frodo, but Sam could see that behind the smile was worry. He saw her smile falter slightly when Frodo mentioned the meal's size, for the meal *wasn't* a large one (by Hobbit standards) seeing as she had only cooked for three. But Frodo's appetite was small and there was plenty for him.
Frodo sighed contentedly. He had enjoyed the meal immensely. Good food, good drink, and good company. Although at first he felt slightly awkward, that soon wore away. For the first time, in a long time, Frodo felt happiness instead of loneliness.
"Well gentlemen, shall we head into the living room and relax in front of the fire? Mr. Frodo, would you like something to drink? I know I could use a little after dinner ale meself," the Gaffer chuckled, round belly bouncing.
"I'll just have some tea, I think, thank you," replied Frodo. Mrs. Gamgee hurried to get the drinks and clear away the table.
The other three ambled into the living room, and Hamfast rekindled the fire. Sam and Frodo settled onto the couch. Sam pulled a blanket off the back and threw it over himself and Frodo, who gratefully accepted it. The house had gotten a little chilly. Sam slouched down a bit and rested his feet on the table in front of him, while Frodo, with his legs pulled up and tucked to the right, leaned slightly against him. Mrs. Gamgee finished cleaning up and brought tea and ale for everyone. She took an old rocker next to Hamfast and began to mend a pair of Sam's britches. Within a few minutes, the Gaffer had them all laughing tremendously. The hours went by with the cozy little group still in fits of laughter.
"Ye - ye shou've seen 'is face!" laughed Hamfast, whose words were slightly slurred now that he was on his fourth half-pint of ale. He was telling a hilarious story about the time when Sam nearly drowned in the fishing pond near Hobbiton. Sam was an abysmal swimmer.
Frodo, who had finished his tea and was now on his second ale, was laughing so hard his sides hurt and tears were rolling down his face. He turned to Sam, who was blushing furiously and only emitting a few small chuckles, and buried his face in his shoulder. He was so happy right now. The ale was magnificent and the company even better. He was nice and warm too, enjoying the warmth from the fire, the blanket, and that radiating off of Sam.
*Sam*. It was because of Sam that he was here tonight. Sam braved the storm, twice, to get him here. Sam cared. Suddenly, that affection that Frodo had felt for him earlier came rushing back. He snuggled closer to Sam and rested his head on the Hobbit's soft but muscular chest. Sam looked down at Frodo and looked quickly back to his parents. His mother had left to get ready for bed and his father was too drunk to and still laughing to notice anything. Sam wrapped his arm around Frodo and looked down again, taking in his features. The ale and warmth were taking their toll on Frodo. The sleepy Hobbit yawned and placed his hand in front of his mouth, on Sam's chest. He tucked his arm close to his body, making him look like a small Hobbit child. The firelight made his skin glow and his partially closed eyes sparkle. Sam thought he looked absolutely beautiful. His thumb stroked Frodo's side, where his arm rested. Frodo responded by snuggling into him even more, if that was possible. Sam felt his own eyelids droop.
The Gaffer glanced at the two and took note on the time. "Tis getting' late." He looked out the window at the raging blizzard. "Needless to say that Master Frodo, here, should stay with us," he looked at Frodo, practically in Sam's lap, and gave a wry smile, "but I think that has already been decided." He heaved himself out of his chair. "I'll get a fire started in that guest room next to your room, Sam. Not too much longer now."
"Right Pa," Sam muttered to his father's retreating back. He stared into the fire, absentmindedly tracing the outline of Frodo's ear. However, when he felt a shudder run through Frodo's body, he stopped and stared at him.
"Mmmm…do that again," said Frodo drowsily. Sam didn't move, wondering if Frodo was dreaming. "Please Sam, do that again. Feels good," he mumbled.
"Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo repositioned his body so that he was now lying on his back with his head still on Sam's chest. He stared up at Sam with sleepy, half-closed eyes. He gave a lazy smile and blinked. "What you just did. Grazing my ear, like that with your fingertip, it tickles. Felt nice. Mmph," he stretched, arching his back and receiving a slight "pop." He returned to his previous position. "Sam what time is it? Mmmm…" Sam had resumed tracing Frodo's ear. "I reckon tis midnight or a little after." Frodo wriggled happily.
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"Those two still out there on that couch?" Hamfast was crouched in front of the fireplace, in the master bedroom, stoking the fire.
"Mmhm," replied Mrs. Gamgee. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her sandy-colored curls. Hamfast grunted.
"I've got half a mind to go out there right now and separate those two. Why I-"
"Ham! Shhh!" She brought her voice down to a whisper. "You'll do no such thing. Leave them be, dear, they ain't doin' no harm."
"It ain't right, Bell," the Gaffer whispered loudly. "Have you seen 'em out there?! All close and cuddly, Sam with arm around Mr. Frodo and Mr. Frodo layin' on him. Now ain't go nothin' against Mr. Frodo. Yes, I'll agree that he and Mr. Bilbo are a bit off, but that don't bother me none. But *this*," he pointed at the closed door, "bothers me."
Mrs. Gamgee tried defending the two Hobbits. "They're just good friends, dear! Just
fri-"
"Call what ye like, but that is more than 'just friends'."
"Ham, listen. I'll admit that I think Sam has something of a crush on Frodo, but there is nothing we can do about that, is there? Besides, that out there is nothing you should worry about. Purely innocent, if ye ask me," she whispered subtly. "Mr. Frodo is goin' through some hard times right now. He's got no friends except for Sam and Masters Meriadoc and Peregrin. Sam is only trying to protect and care for him."
"They keep this up," the Gaffer rambled on as if he never heard her, "and there'll be talk. I've already heard a few snippets about Masters Pippin and Merry bein' awfully close for firs' cousins-"
"Hamfast Gamgee, this is ridiculous!" Mrs. Gamgee angrily whispered. "This conversation is *over*. Now *come to bed*." Hamfast grumbled as he blew out the candles. He took one last peek out the door at Frodo and Sam, sighed, and went to bed.
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"C'mon Mr. Frodo. Time to get up and go to bed," Sam chuckled at the absurdity of what he just said. He grabbed Frodo by the shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position and pulling the blanket off him, as well.
"Nooo," Frodo whined, but allowed Sam to drag him up. He leaned heavily against the solid Hobbit as they made their way to the guestroom. Frodo collapsed onto the bed while Sam went over to the dying fire to place another log on it; he was lying under the blankets when Sam returned. He watched intently as Sam settled himself on the edge of the bed, tucking his right leg in front of himself.
"Thank you," said Frodo through half-closed eyes.
Sam smiled, "Tweren't nothin', Mr. Frodo. You're welcome anytime."
Frodo returned his smile, and then his expression changed to one of deep thought. "Sam, if I were to ever go on an adventure, one like Bilbo's, would you go with me?"
Sam was somewhat taken aback, but responded honestly. "Mr. Frodo, you just say the word an' I'll start packin'. But why do you ask? Are you plannin' on goin' on one?"
Frodo shook his head, smiling. He reached out and took Sam's hand, pressing it to his lips for a small kiss. Sam's heart skipped a beat and he looked down to his lap, blushing. He felt Frodo release his hand and he looked up to find him apparently sleeping. He sat there staring at him. The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire. He reached over and carefully tucked a stray dark brown curl behind Frodo's ear, and as he drew his hand away he let his fingers graze Frodo's cheek for a slight caress. But as he cautiously stood up, so as not to wake the sleeping Hobbit, Frodo opened his eyes.
"Sam? Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"Well, I was gonna go to my room so's I could get some sleep, sir."
Frodo quickly sat up and grabbed Sam's hand. "No wait! Please. Don't go. Don't leave me, too." He seemed wide-awake now and pulled Sam back down to sit on the bed. Sam, although confused, tried comforting him.
"Mr. Frodo, I'll be right next door," he said, squeezing the older Hobbit's hand. "You won't be alone. Everything's gonna-"
"No, Sam, you don't understand. You don't know what it's like…to be alone. I always feel it, all the time. I'm so alone in this town, now that Bilbo is gone. The only friends I have here are you, Pippin, and Merry, and they aren't here, probably stuck in Buckland for the winter. I have no one here, Sam. No one in this town likes me, except for your family. The others all think I'm weird. I'm not deaf, Sam. I know what they say. They think I'm strange." Frodo's voice was bitter now. "Everything about me is odd. I'm friends with a wizard, I read too many books, I've never courted a lass, I'm related to Bilbo, I don't show any signs of aging, I'm too curious, too tall, too thin…" He became panicky. "And I'm so tired of it! And I'm tired of being alone." His grip on Sam's hand tightened, and he stared intensely into his eyes. "Help me," he pleaded. "Make it go away."
And as Sam's gaze locked with Frodo's, he could see, deep within his eerie blue eyes, a desperate need and a burning desire for someone to reach out to him. Sam knew what he had to do. Part of him was ready, having dreamed of this for some time, and the other part was scared, knowing it was wrong and worrying about Frodo's reaction. He scooted closer to Frodo, who did not move away. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, enjoying the feel of Frodo's warm breath on his face.
"Sam, what are-?" But Frodo's question was cut off.
Sam paused only for a second before placing a small, yet loving kiss on Frodo's mouth, making it as gentle as possible so as not to frighten him. He felt Frodo tense up and heard him give a small gasp.
Frodo couldn't believe what was happening. Sam was kissing him! Sam Gamgee, the shy, quiet gardener was kissing him. His mind went blank and his muscles automatically tightened. But he didn't move away. He didn't kiss Sam back, either, though. He just sat there, wondering what he should do.
Sam felt emboldened by this. He raised a trembling hand and rested fingertips on his best friend's cheek. Frodo leaned into the touch and pressed his own hand onto Sam's so that his face was cupped in his hand. This whole time, Sam's kisses were tiny and soft and feather-like, barely touching Frodo's lips. But now Sam pressed a bit harder and this time he got a response. Frodo's body relaxed and he began to return Sam's kisses. He ran his free hand down the length of Sam's arm, where it came to rest on his hand.
Suddenly, Sam's senses returned and he quickly pulled away from Frodo, lips tingling. Frodo blinked, staring at some unknown object and breathing quickly.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Frodo!" Sam loudly whispered, his hazel eyes large. "I didn't mean- I shouldn't've- I don't know what came over me…" his voice trailed off.
Frodo turned to Sam, "Please…stay with me."
Inside, Sam rejoiced because he hadn't lost his friend, but *perhaps* gained something more. He gave a small, shy smile and nodded, removing his suspenders. Frodo watched him, blue eyes following every movement, as Sam climbed onto the bed. Frodo moved over and Sam settled himself next to him and pulled the blankets over them both. They each lay on their sides, facing each other. Frodo gave Sam a searching look.
"Why *did* you kiss me anyway, Sam?" he asked, his deep eyes scanning Sam's face and almost reaching into his eyes.
Sam was at a loss for words. He could feel a warm blush creeping up his neck, into his cheeks and reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. He hadn't told Frodo how he felt about him yet, although he figured that he had an idea. Frodo wasn't stupid. He was perceptive with a keen intellect and had an air of understanding about him. He nervously ran a hand through his sun-lightened, golden brown curls. He took a deep breath.
"Please say something, dear Sam," Frodo said, blue eyes full of hope. "Please say it."
"Because…because I care for you, Mr. Frodo- No! Because I love you."
"You love me," Frodo repeated wistfully, as if in a daze.
"Yes, I love you. Only…only I'm afraid." He looked away from the Hobbit across from him. Frodo had come back to reality and was now staring at him with a curious look.
"Why would you be afraid? Of what others might say?" Frodo sighed. "Yes, I suppose they'd all think you were daft for loving a *crazy Baggins*," He spat out the last two words like venom.
"Oh no, sir, that's not what I meant!" Sam rolled onto his back. "I'm of afraid of what *you* might say. I've had these feelins for some time now. Just been afraid to tell you, is all. Don't wanna lose my best friend."
Frodo's eyes shone with love. He crawled over to Sam and rested his head on the young Hobbit's shoulder, close to his neck. Sam moved his arm and settled it across Frodo's shoulder, playing with a soft lock of dark hair.
"Sam look at me. I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me *anything*. I'm so glad you told me your feelings. To tell you the truth, lately I've been feeling the same for you. And it is *not* because of Bilbo's departure. I think I've just finally realized how special you are to me." Frodo was looking fondly up at Sam, who was gazing down at him.
"But you're so lovely," Sam said, making Frodo blush and smile. "And I'm just a plain gardener."
Frodo reached up and placed a soft hand on Sam's cheek. "No Sam. You are *extrodinary*, and you are mine. My best friend and love." He then leaned up and kissed Sam's lips. He pushed them open with his tongue and felt Sam copy him. Sam's shyness disappeared as he ran his hand along Frodo's side and stomach. Frodo's fingers were weaving themselves into his hair. He moved from Sam's lips and was now placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his throat. Sam removed Frodo's suspenders and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, slipping his strong tan hands inside to feel the softness of Frodo's fair skin. Frodo, panting slightly, paused for a moment to look into Sam's eyes.
"I love you, too, Sam."
Outside the snow stopped…
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No, I don't think that will be the end. I'm sorry this took so long to put up. I'll try to hurry with the next chapter, but you'll probably be busy reading this one on account of it being soooo long. LOL. Please review!
"Wonderwall" by: Oasis
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
All the roads that lead you there are winding
All the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe (said maybe)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
-off of the CD (What's the Story) Morning Glory?
A/N: It's been brought to my attention that I have made a few mistakes in my writing. One major one: turns out the Shire's winters are not harsh at all! They're actually very mild and snow rarely falls. Please don't let this change the way you think of the story. I'll admit that I'm really not into all that historic mumbo jumbo in the indexes and appendixes. I don't research before I write. The other mistakes were a typo, and Sam's "Yeah right" expression (ch. 3). The "Yeah, right" thing is a little modern, yes, but that's not how I was using it. He didn't say "yeah right". I was merely describing the expression on his face. I felt that using "Yeah right" would be the easiest way to do so…. I also felt it added some "slight" humor to the story b/c I think it's amusing to think of Sam looking like that. So to all those who care about details, sorry about that. This chapter will be longer and…you guessed it! Slash! Very mild though, so don't expect anything major…probably a little kissing, snuggling, but that's it. But there will be more, don't worry! There will also be some angst, again, in this chapter. C'mon, you didn't think a little dinner party would completely heal Frodo's loneliness did you? But what else could? Hmmmm…. One thing that surprised me was how many people interpreted my brief Pip and Merry inference as them being gay. I actually never meant for that to happen, lol. Purely accidental! In case you're wondering about the odd chapter title "Wonderwall", an awesome song by Oasis, inspired it. I'll post the lyrics at the end of the story. OK, response time!
Pip Morgan and Race skylark: I love you guys, too, lol. Frodo will get warm again, don't worry! 'Til next time!
IloveSam: There you are! Sorry I lost your review, but I had some uploading trouble if you recall ch. 2's A/N. Oh my God, you totally read my mind about Frodo staying the night. How did you know I was gonna do that? Of course it was pretty predictable, but oh well. I'm hurrying as fast as I can with ch. 4; it's coming!
Sgt-Benton: I applaud your bravery, for brave you are! Slash is not something to mess around with or be taken lightly, lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Corking Mad: Harry Potter forever!!! Very enthusiastic, thanks Bridge!
MarigoldG: I'm really glad you found the first chapter to be so vivid and emotional, b/c the first chapter is definitely the hardest to write. I'm glad it gave you some comfort, no matter how small. I really liked your story idea for Pippin and Merry. I think my next story has been decided, raging snowstorm and all. Thanks for pointing out those mistakes. Yes after re-reading the third chapter, I noticed the "have vs. half" typo. As for the "yeah right," see A/N. I hope you understand my meanin' (I love how Sam always says that). And as for the snowstorm, the story is too far along to change anything, so it'll just have to be let go. And as for your Pip and Merry suggestion, I will include this very same snowstorm. I don't read about all that extra stuff (once again, see A/N). I appreciate your reviews. I hope you'll enjoy this next chapter, which is gonna be a bit longer.
Sorry this chapter took so long to post. It was a very tricky and sensitive one to write. And long! I had to get to where it was romantic but not too corny or too…well…sexy, if that's the right word to use. I hope it turned out all right (bites nails nervously, waiting for the vegetables from Farmer Maggots' to be thrown).
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A Winter's Tale
ch. 2 - Wonderwall
by: Kate
"Where are they?" Ma Gamgee was pacing the living room, anxiously waiting for her son to return with Frodo.
"Now Bell, I said it afore and I'll say it again. Sam's a strong Hobbit. He's got sense, too. He can handle himself and young Master Frodo out there," Hamfast was till smoking his pipe in front of the fire.
In reality, though, Hamfast was worried. Sam had always been his favorite child. He hoped the two lads would get back soon. The house was too quite, and the Gaffer wasn't used to such silence. His other children had gone to say with some relatives in the eastern part of the Shire. Sam insisted upon staying home, using Frodo's garden as his reason for doing so. But Hamfast knew there was more than Frodo's garden keeping Sam here. It was Frodo himself.
A loud knock sounded at the door. Mrs. Gamgee hurried over and opened it, stepping back as two very cold Hobbits came in, clinging to each other.
"Oh thank the Lady you made it! We were worried sick!" She bustled about, removing coats, scarves, and gloves. She pushed the two over to the fire to get warm while she put supper on the table.
Frodo winced as the fire's warmth washed over him. The numbness was wearing away, but a stinging pain was replacing it. Even the tips of his pointed ears ached. Sam placed a hand on his back, checking to see if he was all right.
"I'm OK, Sam, it's good that it hurts. At least I know I'm not frost- bitten." The he laughed and jokingly said, "I'm getting too old for running around in snow storms."
Hamfast looked at him from where he was sitting. "Too *old*? Master Frodo, you can't be any older than my young Samwise, here."
Frodo laughed again. "Mr. Gamgee, I'm kidding. I'm a Hobbit of only thirty-three years, but hardly Sam's age."
"Supper's on!"
"Yeah Pa, don't you remember Mr. Frodo's party? Twas only a few months ago," Sam said as they sat down to eat.
"Sam, your father never remembers a party. The only thing he remembers is getting' drunk," laughed Mrs. Gamgee. They all laughed at this and began to eat.
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"Are you sure ye've had enough, dear?" Sam's mother pushed the bowl of sweet potatoes towards Frodo.
"Oh no thank, Mrs. Gamgee. I'm quite full. I haven't had a meal that large or delicious in a long time. Bilbo and I weren't ones for cooking," Frodo smiled and patted his stomach.
Mrs. Gamgee smiled warmly at Frodo, but Sam could see that behind the smile was worry. He saw her smile falter slightly when Frodo mentioned the meal's size, for the meal *wasn't* a large one (by Hobbit standards) seeing as she had only cooked for three. But Frodo's appetite was small and there was plenty for him.
Frodo sighed contentedly. He had enjoyed the meal immensely. Good food, good drink, and good company. Although at first he felt slightly awkward, that soon wore away. For the first time, in a long time, Frodo felt happiness instead of loneliness.
"Well gentlemen, shall we head into the living room and relax in front of the fire? Mr. Frodo, would you like something to drink? I know I could use a little after dinner ale meself," the Gaffer chuckled, round belly bouncing.
"I'll just have some tea, I think, thank you," replied Frodo. Mrs. Gamgee hurried to get the drinks and clear away the table.
The other three ambled into the living room, and Hamfast rekindled the fire. Sam and Frodo settled onto the couch. Sam pulled a blanket off the back and threw it over himself and Frodo, who gratefully accepted it. The house had gotten a little chilly. Sam slouched down a bit and rested his feet on the table in front of him, while Frodo, with his legs pulled up and tucked to the right, leaned slightly against him. Mrs. Gamgee finished cleaning up and brought tea and ale for everyone. She took an old rocker next to Hamfast and began to mend a pair of Sam's britches. Within a few minutes, the Gaffer had them all laughing tremendously. The hours went by with the cozy little group still in fits of laughter.
"Ye - ye shou've seen 'is face!" laughed Hamfast, whose words were slightly slurred now that he was on his fourth half-pint of ale. He was telling a hilarious story about the time when Sam nearly drowned in the fishing pond near Hobbiton. Sam was an abysmal swimmer.
Frodo, who had finished his tea and was now on his second ale, was laughing so hard his sides hurt and tears were rolling down his face. He turned to Sam, who was blushing furiously and only emitting a few small chuckles, and buried his face in his shoulder. He was so happy right now. The ale was magnificent and the company even better. He was nice and warm too, enjoying the warmth from the fire, the blanket, and that radiating off of Sam.
*Sam*. It was because of Sam that he was here tonight. Sam braved the storm, twice, to get him here. Sam cared. Suddenly, that affection that Frodo had felt for him earlier came rushing back. He snuggled closer to Sam and rested his head on the Hobbit's soft but muscular chest. Sam looked down at Frodo and looked quickly back to his parents. His mother had left to get ready for bed and his father was too drunk to and still laughing to notice anything. Sam wrapped his arm around Frodo and looked down again, taking in his features. The ale and warmth were taking their toll on Frodo. The sleepy Hobbit yawned and placed his hand in front of his mouth, on Sam's chest. He tucked his arm close to his body, making him look like a small Hobbit child. The firelight made his skin glow and his partially closed eyes sparkle. Sam thought he looked absolutely beautiful. His thumb stroked Frodo's side, where his arm rested. Frodo responded by snuggling into him even more, if that was possible. Sam felt his own eyelids droop.
The Gaffer glanced at the two and took note on the time. "Tis getting' late." He looked out the window at the raging blizzard. "Needless to say that Master Frodo, here, should stay with us," he looked at Frodo, practically in Sam's lap, and gave a wry smile, "but I think that has already been decided." He heaved himself out of his chair. "I'll get a fire started in that guest room next to your room, Sam. Not too much longer now."
"Right Pa," Sam muttered to his father's retreating back. He stared into the fire, absentmindedly tracing the outline of Frodo's ear. However, when he felt a shudder run through Frodo's body, he stopped and stared at him.
"Mmmm…do that again," said Frodo drowsily. Sam didn't move, wondering if Frodo was dreaming. "Please Sam, do that again. Feels good," he mumbled.
"Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo repositioned his body so that he was now lying on his back with his head still on Sam's chest. He stared up at Sam with sleepy, half-closed eyes. He gave a lazy smile and blinked. "What you just did. Grazing my ear, like that with your fingertip, it tickles. Felt nice. Mmph," he stretched, arching his back and receiving a slight "pop." He returned to his previous position. "Sam what time is it? Mmmm…" Sam had resumed tracing Frodo's ear. "I reckon tis midnight or a little after." Frodo wriggled happily.
* * * * *
"Those two still out there on that couch?" Hamfast was crouched in front of the fireplace, in the master bedroom, stoking the fire.
"Mmhm," replied Mrs. Gamgee. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her sandy-colored curls. Hamfast grunted.
"I've got half a mind to go out there right now and separate those two. Why I-"
"Ham! Shhh!" She brought her voice down to a whisper. "You'll do no such thing. Leave them be, dear, they ain't doin' no harm."
"It ain't right, Bell," the Gaffer whispered loudly. "Have you seen 'em out there?! All close and cuddly, Sam with arm around Mr. Frodo and Mr. Frodo layin' on him. Now ain't go nothin' against Mr. Frodo. Yes, I'll agree that he and Mr. Bilbo are a bit off, but that don't bother me none. But *this*," he pointed at the closed door, "bothers me."
Mrs. Gamgee tried defending the two Hobbits. "They're just good friends, dear! Just
fri-"
"Call what ye like, but that is more than 'just friends'."
"Ham, listen. I'll admit that I think Sam has something of a crush on Frodo, but there is nothing we can do about that, is there? Besides, that out there is nothing you should worry about. Purely innocent, if ye ask me," she whispered subtly. "Mr. Frodo is goin' through some hard times right now. He's got no friends except for Sam and Masters Meriadoc and Peregrin. Sam is only trying to protect and care for him."
"They keep this up," the Gaffer rambled on as if he never heard her, "and there'll be talk. I've already heard a few snippets about Masters Pippin and Merry bein' awfully close for firs' cousins-"
"Hamfast Gamgee, this is ridiculous!" Mrs. Gamgee angrily whispered. "This conversation is *over*. Now *come to bed*." Hamfast grumbled as he blew out the candles. He took one last peek out the door at Frodo and Sam, sighed, and went to bed.
* * * * *
"C'mon Mr. Frodo. Time to get up and go to bed," Sam chuckled at the absurdity of what he just said. He grabbed Frodo by the shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position and pulling the blanket off him, as well.
"Nooo," Frodo whined, but allowed Sam to drag him up. He leaned heavily against the solid Hobbit as they made their way to the guestroom. Frodo collapsed onto the bed while Sam went over to the dying fire to place another log on it; he was lying under the blankets when Sam returned. He watched intently as Sam settled himself on the edge of the bed, tucking his right leg in front of himself.
"Thank you," said Frodo through half-closed eyes.
Sam smiled, "Tweren't nothin', Mr. Frodo. You're welcome anytime."
Frodo returned his smile, and then his expression changed to one of deep thought. "Sam, if I were to ever go on an adventure, one like Bilbo's, would you go with me?"
Sam was somewhat taken aback, but responded honestly. "Mr. Frodo, you just say the word an' I'll start packin'. But why do you ask? Are you plannin' on goin' on one?"
Frodo shook his head, smiling. He reached out and took Sam's hand, pressing it to his lips for a small kiss. Sam's heart skipped a beat and he looked down to his lap, blushing. He felt Frodo release his hand and he looked up to find him apparently sleeping. He sat there staring at him. The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire. He reached over and carefully tucked a stray dark brown curl behind Frodo's ear, and as he drew his hand away he let his fingers graze Frodo's cheek for a slight caress. But as he cautiously stood up, so as not to wake the sleeping Hobbit, Frodo opened his eyes.
"Sam? Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"Well, I was gonna go to my room so's I could get some sleep, sir."
Frodo quickly sat up and grabbed Sam's hand. "No wait! Please. Don't go. Don't leave me, too." He seemed wide-awake now and pulled Sam back down to sit on the bed. Sam, although confused, tried comforting him.
"Mr. Frodo, I'll be right next door," he said, squeezing the older Hobbit's hand. "You won't be alone. Everything's gonna-"
"No, Sam, you don't understand. You don't know what it's like…to be alone. I always feel it, all the time. I'm so alone in this town, now that Bilbo is gone. The only friends I have here are you, Pippin, and Merry, and they aren't here, probably stuck in Buckland for the winter. I have no one here, Sam. No one in this town likes me, except for your family. The others all think I'm weird. I'm not deaf, Sam. I know what they say. They think I'm strange." Frodo's voice was bitter now. "Everything about me is odd. I'm friends with a wizard, I read too many books, I've never courted a lass, I'm related to Bilbo, I don't show any signs of aging, I'm too curious, too tall, too thin…" He became panicky. "And I'm so tired of it! And I'm tired of being alone." His grip on Sam's hand tightened, and he stared intensely into his eyes. "Help me," he pleaded. "Make it go away."
And as Sam's gaze locked with Frodo's, he could see, deep within his eerie blue eyes, a desperate need and a burning desire for someone to reach out to him. Sam knew what he had to do. Part of him was ready, having dreamed of this for some time, and the other part was scared, knowing it was wrong and worrying about Frodo's reaction. He scooted closer to Frodo, who did not move away. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, enjoying the feel of Frodo's warm breath on his face.
"Sam, what are-?" But Frodo's question was cut off.
Sam paused only for a second before placing a small, yet loving kiss on Frodo's mouth, making it as gentle as possible so as not to frighten him. He felt Frodo tense up and heard him give a small gasp.
Frodo couldn't believe what was happening. Sam was kissing him! Sam Gamgee, the shy, quiet gardener was kissing him. His mind went blank and his muscles automatically tightened. But he didn't move away. He didn't kiss Sam back, either, though. He just sat there, wondering what he should do.
Sam felt emboldened by this. He raised a trembling hand and rested fingertips on his best friend's cheek. Frodo leaned into the touch and pressed his own hand onto Sam's so that his face was cupped in his hand. This whole time, Sam's kisses were tiny and soft and feather-like, barely touching Frodo's lips. But now Sam pressed a bit harder and this time he got a response. Frodo's body relaxed and he began to return Sam's kisses. He ran his free hand down the length of Sam's arm, where it came to rest on his hand.
Suddenly, Sam's senses returned and he quickly pulled away from Frodo, lips tingling. Frodo blinked, staring at some unknown object and breathing quickly.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Frodo!" Sam loudly whispered, his hazel eyes large. "I didn't mean- I shouldn't've- I don't know what came over me…" his voice trailed off.
Frodo turned to Sam, "Please…stay with me."
Inside, Sam rejoiced because he hadn't lost his friend, but *perhaps* gained something more. He gave a small, shy smile and nodded, removing his suspenders. Frodo watched him, blue eyes following every movement, as Sam climbed onto the bed. Frodo moved over and Sam settled himself next to him and pulled the blankets over them both. They each lay on their sides, facing each other. Frodo gave Sam a searching look.
"Why *did* you kiss me anyway, Sam?" he asked, his deep eyes scanning Sam's face and almost reaching into his eyes.
Sam was at a loss for words. He could feel a warm blush creeping up his neck, into his cheeks and reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. He hadn't told Frodo how he felt about him yet, although he figured that he had an idea. Frodo wasn't stupid. He was perceptive with a keen intellect and had an air of understanding about him. He nervously ran a hand through his sun-lightened, golden brown curls. He took a deep breath.
"Please say something, dear Sam," Frodo said, blue eyes full of hope. "Please say it."
"Because…because I care for you, Mr. Frodo- No! Because I love you."
"You love me," Frodo repeated wistfully, as if in a daze.
"Yes, I love you. Only…only I'm afraid." He looked away from the Hobbit across from him. Frodo had come back to reality and was now staring at him with a curious look.
"Why would you be afraid? Of what others might say?" Frodo sighed. "Yes, I suppose they'd all think you were daft for loving a *crazy Baggins*," He spat out the last two words like venom.
"Oh no, sir, that's not what I meant!" Sam rolled onto his back. "I'm of afraid of what *you* might say. I've had these feelins for some time now. Just been afraid to tell you, is all. Don't wanna lose my best friend."
Frodo's eyes shone with love. He crawled over to Sam and rested his head on the young Hobbit's shoulder, close to his neck. Sam moved his arm and settled it across Frodo's shoulder, playing with a soft lock of dark hair.
"Sam look at me. I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me *anything*. I'm so glad you told me your feelings. To tell you the truth, lately I've been feeling the same for you. And it is *not* because of Bilbo's departure. I think I've just finally realized how special you are to me." Frodo was looking fondly up at Sam, who was gazing down at him.
"But you're so lovely," Sam said, making Frodo blush and smile. "And I'm just a plain gardener."
Frodo reached up and placed a soft hand on Sam's cheek. "No Sam. You are *extrodinary*, and you are mine. My best friend and love." He then leaned up and kissed Sam's lips. He pushed them open with his tongue and felt Sam copy him. Sam's shyness disappeared as he ran his hand along Frodo's side and stomach. Frodo's fingers were weaving themselves into his hair. He moved from Sam's lips and was now placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his throat. Sam removed Frodo's suspenders and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, slipping his strong tan hands inside to feel the softness of Frodo's fair skin. Frodo, panting slightly, paused for a moment to look into Sam's eyes.
"I love you, too, Sam."
Outside the snow stopped…
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No, I don't think that will be the end. I'm sorry this took so long to put up. I'll try to hurry with the next chapter, but you'll probably be busy reading this one on account of it being soooo long. LOL. Please review!
"Wonderwall" by: Oasis
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
All the roads that lead you there are winding
All the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe (said maybe)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
Your gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)
-off of the CD (What's the Story) Morning Glory?