THE SWEETNESS AND THE LIGHT: Chapter 4: Taking the Plunge Part I
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. *^_^* The song used in this chapter is "Detective" by No Doubt.
WARNINGS: Slash XD
AUTHOR's NOTES: My first attempt at a songfic.... hehe. ^^ This one's kinda long, but the plot is starting to thicken.. yay.
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(My back it hurts again) (It aches like history)
"Mr. Frodo, don't you see? First that stinker smacks your bum, and now he's makin' bacon to our intimate moments! Don't you get it now!?"
Nasty fat hobbit thrusts me to hisss feet, precious. I'm forced to my knees before master, who has hurriedly pulled on his trousers. Don't look at his crotch, precious! It'ssss rude! Gollum, gollum!
(Cotton mouth and all lit up) (You're smiling back at me)
No point in modesty now, precious. Master hatesss usss for sure now, gollum!
"Sam, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation---"
"What kind of explanation could there be?"
(But I feel you must have failed me)
Master kneels before me. We shivers, precious, at the closeness of hisss bare chest. Gollum, he's so beautiful!
(Once again you've let me down)
He doesn't love us, gollum, gollum! The ssscent of the nasssty fat hobbit is still on him, precious!
(My confidence below my knees now) (I need to find you out)
Master speaks. "Sméagol, why were you over there. were you. what." he trails off. So cute when he blushes!
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out)
"We don't ssspy, precious, we stumbled here looking for master-"
"I'll bet you just wish he were your master, Stinker!"
"We wanted to tell him we sspotted a new path. We tripped, our hands tried to break our fall, gollum, we twisssted and turned and landed on it, we did, and what should we sssee, but more of master than we intended! Gollum, gollum, gollum!"
(I caught you, your hands are red)
"Oh, so I guess you made some gravy to go with that bacon---"
"Sam! Please!"
(Now I'm your broken-hearted detective)
"Begging your pardon Mr. Frodo, but do I look like I just fell off a turnip truck?"
"Stop, Sam! I believe him!"
* * * *
"I believe him!"
I can't believe my pointy little ears.
(Hey lover, why the gun?)
"What?!"
(Hold on, I'm almost there)
Jealousy wells up in my loins.
"Why? Why do you always believe in him? Why not me?"
(It's too late, you killed the trust) (Don't act so unaware)
"Sam, I don't think---"
I turn my back on the pitiful scene. Hobbits don't usually have weak stomachs, but the smug look on that stinker's face was starting to make my stomach turn.
(So why are you so destructive?) (Do you realize what you've done?)
I swiftly dress and gather my things, taking care to leave behind the blanket that I'd shared with my Frodo moments before.
Frodo speaks. "Sam, what are you doing?"
(You can't bring it back to life now) (What are you running from?)
"I'm leaving. The two of you can go to Mordor without me."
"Sam!"
I take care not to turn around, for his broken-hearted countenance might be too much for me to withstand.
* * * *
Our dream! Our dreams are coming true, precious!
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out) (I caught you) (Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
Master looksss devastated.
What have we done to him?? What have we done? GOLLUM!
* * * *
(I don't like the way I feel)
"Sam?! This is.... a joke...... right?"
(I just want you to be real)
"Sam....... it's not funny...... Sam........ SAM!"
(Hey girl save the liar) (Can't you see his pants on fire?)
Sméagol places a gnarled, comforting hand on my back and that's the only thing that restrains me from running after Sam as he retreats into the wilderness regardless of the tears as they stream down my face.
* * * *
Thissss feels ssssso right, precious!
* * * *
(Hey girl save the liar) (Can't you see his pants on fire?)
I slip from Sméagol's grip and fall to the ground weeping. Sam - my one and only love, my giver of strength from within - has left me. Probably forever. What did I do to deserve it?
What did I do?
* * * *
(I'm rummaging through your closet) (Imagining all the worst thoughts)
It's all I can do to keep from crying. After I'm far away from them, my hobbit love of nature takes over and I find an old, beautiful tree to sob beneath. A weeping willow. Memories of Mr. Frodo remain in my heart and on my skin.
Don't go gettin' all sentimental, Samwise Gamgee. He'd be content to leave you for that stinker in a moment.
First thing in the morning, I reckon I'll be heading home to the Shire.
I spread the blanket and lie down. It's heavy, but I still shiver without Frodo's cuddly body to keep me warm.
* * * *
We embraces Master, offering comfort.
"Sam," he murmurs softly, thinking we can't hear it. "Sam....." Our chest is ssssoaked with his tearsss.
He cries himself to sleep.
This is how our love will grow, precious. With me easing the pain left by the nasty fat hobbit, gollum, gollum.
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out) (I caught you, your hands are red) (Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
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. *^_^* The song used in this chapter is "Detective" by No Doubt.
WARNINGS: Slash XD
AUTHOR's NOTES: My first attempt at a songfic.... hehe. ^^ This one's kinda long, but the plot is starting to thicken.. yay.
* * * *
(My back it hurts again) (It aches like history)
"Mr. Frodo, don't you see? First that stinker smacks your bum, and now he's makin' bacon to our intimate moments! Don't you get it now!?"
Nasty fat hobbit thrusts me to hisss feet, precious. I'm forced to my knees before master, who has hurriedly pulled on his trousers. Don't look at his crotch, precious! It'ssss rude! Gollum, gollum!
(Cotton mouth and all lit up) (You're smiling back at me)
No point in modesty now, precious. Master hatesss usss for sure now, gollum!
"Sam, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation---"
"What kind of explanation could there be?"
(But I feel you must have failed me)
Master kneels before me. We shivers, precious, at the closeness of hisss bare chest. Gollum, he's so beautiful!
(Once again you've let me down)
He doesn't love us, gollum, gollum! The ssscent of the nasssty fat hobbit is still on him, precious!
(My confidence below my knees now) (I need to find you out)
Master speaks. "Sméagol, why were you over there. were you. what." he trails off. So cute when he blushes!
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out)
"We don't ssspy, precious, we stumbled here looking for master-"
"I'll bet you just wish he were your master, Stinker!"
"We wanted to tell him we sspotted a new path. We tripped, our hands tried to break our fall, gollum, we twisssted and turned and landed on it, we did, and what should we sssee, but more of master than we intended! Gollum, gollum, gollum!"
(I caught you, your hands are red)
"Oh, so I guess you made some gravy to go with that bacon---"
"Sam! Please!"
(Now I'm your broken-hearted detective)
"Begging your pardon Mr. Frodo, but do I look like I just fell off a turnip truck?"
"Stop, Sam! I believe him!"
* * * *
"I believe him!"
I can't believe my pointy little ears.
(Hey lover, why the gun?)
"What?!"
(Hold on, I'm almost there)
Jealousy wells up in my loins.
"Why? Why do you always believe in him? Why not me?"
(It's too late, you killed the trust) (Don't act so unaware)
"Sam, I don't think---"
I turn my back on the pitiful scene. Hobbits don't usually have weak stomachs, but the smug look on that stinker's face was starting to make my stomach turn.
(So why are you so destructive?) (Do you realize what you've done?)
I swiftly dress and gather my things, taking care to leave behind the blanket that I'd shared with my Frodo moments before.
Frodo speaks. "Sam, what are you doing?"
(You can't bring it back to life now) (What are you running from?)
"I'm leaving. The two of you can go to Mordor without me."
"Sam!"
I take care not to turn around, for his broken-hearted countenance might be too much for me to withstand.
* * * *
Our dream! Our dreams are coming true, precious!
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out) (I caught you) (Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
Master looksss devastated.
What have we done to him?? What have we done? GOLLUM!
* * * *
(I don't like the way I feel)
"Sam?! This is.... a joke...... right?"
(I just want you to be real)
"Sam....... it's not funny...... Sam........ SAM!"
(Hey girl save the liar) (Can't you see his pants on fire?)
Sméagol places a gnarled, comforting hand on my back and that's the only thing that restrains me from running after Sam as he retreats into the wilderness regardless of the tears as they stream down my face.
* * * *
Thissss feels ssssso right, precious!
* * * *
(Hey girl save the liar) (Can't you see his pants on fire?)
I slip from Sméagol's grip and fall to the ground weeping. Sam - my one and only love, my giver of strength from within - has left me. Probably forever. What did I do to deserve it?
What did I do?
* * * *
(I'm rummaging through your closet) (Imagining all the worst thoughts)
It's all I can do to keep from crying. After I'm far away from them, my hobbit love of nature takes over and I find an old, beautiful tree to sob beneath. A weeping willow. Memories of Mr. Frodo remain in my heart and on my skin.
Don't go gettin' all sentimental, Samwise Gamgee. He'd be content to leave you for that stinker in a moment.
First thing in the morning, I reckon I'll be heading home to the Shire.
I spread the blanket and lie down. It's heavy, but I still shiver without Frodo's cuddly body to keep me warm.
* * * *
We embraces Master, offering comfort.
"Sam," he murmurs softly, thinking we can't hear it. "Sam....." Our chest is ssssoaked with his tearsss.
He cries himself to sleep.
This is how our love will grow, precious. With me easing the pain left by the nasty fat hobbit, gollum, gollum.
(Peek in sneak about) (I'm gonna snoop and call you out) (I caught you, your hands are red) (Now I'm your broken hearted detective)