THE SWEETNESS AND THE LIGHT: Chapter 2: Blue Day
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lord of the Rings, or any of the characters . . . . . . . . . though I wish I had some nice hobbitses to play with. *^_^*
WARNINGS: Slash XD
AUTHOR's NOTES: Thanks for the review..... This chapter is mostly from Sam's POV. Enjoy! ~.^
I saw it. I saw him. That stinker was spying on our intimate moments, and now he's molesting my Mr. Frodo. He's venturing dangerously deep into my territory.
"Come along, nice hobbitses. Good Sméagol will lead the way.... Faster, not much time, precious!" And with that, the creature proffers a lingering pat to Mr. Frodo's furry little backside. MY precious.
Hot jealously wells up in me, tightening my loins and quickening my breathing. I can't let this pass. I can no longer ignore the hunger in its huge, longing eyes. I can't.
"Hey Mr. Frodo, that Stinker's scoping out your bum! Why'd you smack his ass, Stinker?"
"We don't smacks itsss bottom on purpose, gollum, gollum! We jusssst moving it along, precious."
I raise my fists, ready to defend my Master's dignity. Such a filthy creature should not have something so beautiful, so lovely, so... precious..... as my Mr. Frodo. I mentally slap myself. Something other than the ring had taken power over me. Don't you go getting any strange ideas, Samwise Gamgee.
"Sam, please!" Mr. Frodo turns his exasperated blue eyes on me, and I melt inside. "He didn't mean anything by it." Frodo slips his hand into mine, and I can feel a pink tinge in my slightly pointed ears as he whispers, "Sam, you know he's not a threat to our relationship."
"I suppose you're right." Mr. Frodo's turned away from it, so of course he doesn't notice how its eyes remain diligently focused on his tight little behind as he continues walking. Of course he doesn't see.
I swore that I would protect Frodo, and I know I have to, even if he doesn't see that creature as a threat. Once it darts ahead on the path, I turn to my master and whisper that I think he might be in danger from that thing.
"I think you're imagining things, Samwise Gamgee," he replies. "Don't worry. The ring is safe."
"That's not what I meant ---"
"Come along, hurry, hobbitses!" Gollum interjects. "Master, nasty fat hobbit's slowing usss down!"
Mr. Frodo can barely restrain me from attacking the thing. In spite of myself, I feel warm and tingly at his touch.
"You're really tense today," Mr. Frodo says with a frown. "Maybe I should be rubbing YOUR back with elven oil tonight." The thought sends a slight shiver down my spine.
"All right. I'll leave it alone." For now, I'll be remaining silent.
* * * *
"Nasssty fat hobbit suspects usss, preciousss."
"We'll take care of him, won't we? Gollum, gollum!"
"Yesss, of course, precious, we will!"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lord of the Rings, or any of the characters . . . . . . . . . though I wish I had some nice hobbitses to play with. *^_^*
WARNINGS: Slash XD
AUTHOR's NOTES: Thanks for the review..... This chapter is mostly from Sam's POV. Enjoy! ~.^
I saw it. I saw him. That stinker was spying on our intimate moments, and now he's molesting my Mr. Frodo. He's venturing dangerously deep into my territory.
"Come along, nice hobbitses. Good Sméagol will lead the way.... Faster, not much time, precious!" And with that, the creature proffers a lingering pat to Mr. Frodo's furry little backside. MY precious.
Hot jealously wells up in me, tightening my loins and quickening my breathing. I can't let this pass. I can no longer ignore the hunger in its huge, longing eyes. I can't.
"Hey Mr. Frodo, that Stinker's scoping out your bum! Why'd you smack his ass, Stinker?"
"We don't smacks itsss bottom on purpose, gollum, gollum! We jusssst moving it along, precious."
I raise my fists, ready to defend my Master's dignity. Such a filthy creature should not have something so beautiful, so lovely, so... precious..... as my Mr. Frodo. I mentally slap myself. Something other than the ring had taken power over me. Don't you go getting any strange ideas, Samwise Gamgee.
"Sam, please!" Mr. Frodo turns his exasperated blue eyes on me, and I melt inside. "He didn't mean anything by it." Frodo slips his hand into mine, and I can feel a pink tinge in my slightly pointed ears as he whispers, "Sam, you know he's not a threat to our relationship."
"I suppose you're right." Mr. Frodo's turned away from it, so of course he doesn't notice how its eyes remain diligently focused on his tight little behind as he continues walking. Of course he doesn't see.
I swore that I would protect Frodo, and I know I have to, even if he doesn't see that creature as a threat. Once it darts ahead on the path, I turn to my master and whisper that I think he might be in danger from that thing.
"I think you're imagining things, Samwise Gamgee," he replies. "Don't worry. The ring is safe."
"That's not what I meant ---"
"Come along, hurry, hobbitses!" Gollum interjects. "Master, nasty fat hobbit's slowing usss down!"
Mr. Frodo can barely restrain me from attacking the thing. In spite of myself, I feel warm and tingly at his touch.
"You're really tense today," Mr. Frodo says with a frown. "Maybe I should be rubbing YOUR back with elven oil tonight." The thought sends a slight shiver down my spine.
"All right. I'll leave it alone." For now, I'll be remaining silent.
* * * *
"Nasssty fat hobbit suspects usss, preciousss."
"We'll take care of him, won't we? Gollum, gollum!"
"Yesss, of course, precious, we will!"