Surprise, surprise; another f/s. Woohoo I'm addicted! I own nothing, and if I ever find out who the sadist was who told the ffn peeps that this story was somehow in the wrong category, I've a word or two to say to them. Anyway, words that are supposed to be in italics are Frodo's and bold words are Sam's and both italics and bold are both of them at the same time (ya think??)!
You smell like old books and apple cider and the air after a good long rain.
Your scent reminds me of earth, roses, and freshly cut grass on a summer afternoon.
You sit staring into the fire sometimes, biting your nails all distracted like.
I watch you perfectly at home working in my garden, your honey coloured hair backlit by the sun.
By the look in your eyes when you write all that poetry, it must be about something right lovely.
So tenderly you care for all those incomparably gorgeous flowers, the loveliest one almost as beautiful as...
I'm sure if I ever read any of it I'd burst straight into tears, if any of it's half as beautiful as...
You.