THE SWEETNESS AND THE LIGHT: Chapter 3: Melancholy Longing
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: After this chapter, it's really going to start getting good.. :D Please review! This one's from Frodo's point of view.
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Things got "weird".
Lately, Sam has been acting so tense. He's more uptight and jealous than usual. Possessive, even. He's been insisting that we show our fondness for one another in front of Sméagol. He seems worried that Sméagol is attempting to harm our relationship. I attempt to reassure him that the creature's thoughts lie only with the ring.
"Sam, you're overreacting. Sméagol didn't mean to knock you into the water."
"Mr. Frodo, it knows I can't swim! That stinker wants something!"
"I already told you, the ring is sa-----"
"I don't mean the ring! That stinker wants you!"
I stop cold. "What?"
Sam leans in, his face urgently close to mine. "I can't die. I swore to protect you, to keep my eyes only on you."
My heart skips a beat. I kiss him gently on his unshaven mouth. "Sam, don't trouble yourself. We're going to be fine."
"But, Mr. Frodo......"
"I love you, Samwise Gamgee."
"Mr. Frodo......."
"Say it, Sam."
"I love you, Frodo Baggins."
As we reassure each other, I think back to the day "we" became "us".
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In the woods of Lothlórien, Sam and I confessed the feelings we had both harbored so long for each other.
For years, there had been hints that Sam was attracted to men. The intensity on his face when using long, cylindrical gardening tools, for example. Perhaps it was only my youthful optimism that made me question Sam's orientation. Perhaps it was only my wishful thinking, I'd worried, for I knew I too had those thoughts hidden deep in my mind. In my heart, I always knew why my eyes would incessantly trace the figure of male but not female.
Sam was my closest friend, and I had never told him of my desires.
On that night, the one following Gandalf's death, with tragedy looming behind, we had admitted and explored our love.
And I kept the memory of that night in my heart. I can still feel the contrast of his coarse traveling cloak and his flesh upon mine.
* * * *
I feel his hand slip into my rough cotton shirt as he slips my mithril chain mail over my head. I kiss his neck and run a hand through his tousled hair, rubbing his back with the other.
A passionate kiss covers my mouth. I feel my member begin to rise and a hot blush stains my cheeks, turning my face to the side.
Two eyes are peering through the bushes at me.
Sam, perhaps noticing my stiffening, turns and faces the same direction. He leaps to his feet. I draw Sting.
In seconds, Sam drags Sméagol from the bushes, one hand still moving beneath his thin loincloth.
* * * *
"It catches us, it catches ussss! Gollum, gollum!"
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: After this chapter, it's really going to start getting good.. :D Please review! This one's from Frodo's point of view.
* * * *
Things got "weird".
Lately, Sam has been acting so tense. He's more uptight and jealous than usual. Possessive, even. He's been insisting that we show our fondness for one another in front of Sméagol. He seems worried that Sméagol is attempting to harm our relationship. I attempt to reassure him that the creature's thoughts lie only with the ring.
"Sam, you're overreacting. Sméagol didn't mean to knock you into the water."
"Mr. Frodo, it knows I can't swim! That stinker wants something!"
"I already told you, the ring is sa-----"
"I don't mean the ring! That stinker wants you!"
I stop cold. "What?"
Sam leans in, his face urgently close to mine. "I can't die. I swore to protect you, to keep my eyes only on you."
My heart skips a beat. I kiss him gently on his unshaven mouth. "Sam, don't trouble yourself. We're going to be fine."
"But, Mr. Frodo......"
"I love you, Samwise Gamgee."
"Mr. Frodo......."
"Say it, Sam."
"I love you, Frodo Baggins."
As we reassure each other, I think back to the day "we" became "us".
* * * *
In the woods of Lothlórien, Sam and I confessed the feelings we had both harbored so long for each other.
For years, there had been hints that Sam was attracted to men. The intensity on his face when using long, cylindrical gardening tools, for example. Perhaps it was only my youthful optimism that made me question Sam's orientation. Perhaps it was only my wishful thinking, I'd worried, for I knew I too had those thoughts hidden deep in my mind. In my heart, I always knew why my eyes would incessantly trace the figure of male but not female.
Sam was my closest friend, and I had never told him of my desires.
On that night, the one following Gandalf's death, with tragedy looming behind, we had admitted and explored our love.
And I kept the memory of that night in my heart. I can still feel the contrast of his coarse traveling cloak and his flesh upon mine.
* * * *
I feel his hand slip into my rough cotton shirt as he slips my mithril chain mail over my head. I kiss his neck and run a hand through his tousled hair, rubbing his back with the other.
A passionate kiss covers my mouth. I feel my member begin to rise and a hot blush stains my cheeks, turning my face to the side.
Two eyes are peering through the bushes at me.
Sam, perhaps noticing my stiffening, turns and faces the same direction. He leaps to his feet. I draw Sting.
In seconds, Sam drags Sméagol from the bushes, one hand still moving beneath his thin loincloth.
* * * *
"It catches us, it catches ussss! Gollum, gollum!"