Waking

By Colorain

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Samwise. I don't own Frodo. Damn, right? All I do is write short slashy fics about them and hope people review them. Okey-day, I've never read the book, so this is movie-verse. And I only saw the movie once, and it was the late show . . . . so just imagine this is a night scene somewhere from where the Fellowship starts till the end. This is too short to be a stand-alone, so I'm adding it to "Sleeping". Fits, really. Maybe I'll finish and write one about Sam!

Oh, Mr. Frodo. It's a shame you can't see what I do when the sun comes up each morning.

I told Gandalf I'd watch you, take care of you. And if that means watching you when you sleep, when you wake up to make sure you're all right, I do it gladly. Lost sleep is of little issue to me, Mr. Frodo. Knowing you're safe is all I need.

You're rather adorable when you wake up, Mr. Frodo, I must say. And though you might not take the comment the right way, I like watching you. You tend to snort a bit, if you don't mind me saying, when you're about to open your eyes. It makes your curls shake, just a little bit. Enough to catch the morning rays and bounce them back at me. A Hobbit could get lost in that hair, Mr. Frodo.

Not that I'm saying I'm the Hobbit to do so, sir. Just . . . . that one could. And the lashes over those blue eyes . . . Goodness, Mr. Frodo. I hope I'm not babbling. Because while it's all well and good to babble sometimes, not all Hobbits like to be babbled about. I'm having some real difficulty concentrating, sir. You're rather captivating, if I may say so.

Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I just ought to stop talking about you waking up in the morning. Perhaps it's for the best.

But I'd love if it wasn't.