Revelations
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"My son!?....Mr. Frodo, all my sons are back in the Shire. Frodo-lad, Tom, Merry, Pip..."
Sam had lost himself in naming names of every one of his sons that he didn't see Frodo walk towards an Elf
who held by the hand, a small Hobbit child. Frodo gathered the child into his arms, after saying something to the
Elf, in his native tongue, and walked back towards Sam. Sam felt as if his spine had frozen as he looked
at the child in Frodo's arms. The child looked to be no more than five. His hair was a sandy golden crown of
unruly curls. His eyes were deep azure, if not more than Frodo's. And his creamy face bore a bright smile
as he giggled as Frodo tickled his ribs and muttered baby talk to him.
Frodo stepped in front of Sam with the child in his arms. "Samwise, this is Samson."
Sam could only stare at the child and a tear rolled down his face. Frodo looked
at the child in his eyes, "Samson," he looked back at Sam and spoke more to him than
to the child. "This is Samwise Gamgee, your other Da'."
Tears were now flowing freely, again, from Sam's face. At that moment, all the memories came flowing back
to him. He remembered those sixty years ago. The night before Frodo left Middle Earth, Rosie had taken Elanor
to visit her parent's to show them their new grand-daughter.
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"Are you sure you don't need me to go with you, Rose-dear?"
"Of course, Sam. Someone has to keep an eye on Mr. Frodo. And what better hobbit to do that than yourself?
Don't worry, Sam. I'll stay with Ma and Da until you get back from going with Frodo." With that, she gathered
Elanor up and proceeded down the road from Bag End. He watched her for a minute or two until she was
almost out of sight.
Sam closed the door to the smial and walked into the study where Frodo was sitting in a rocking chair, rubbing
his right shoulder and wearing a grimaced expression.
"Frodo, are you al'right!?" He rushed towards Frodo and knelt beside him. "Here, let me."
He gently removed Frodo's hand from his ailing shoulder and proceeded to very carefully mead the muscles.
Frodo flinched in pain but soon relaxed as Sam's massaging slowly began to take its desired effect.
"There," Sam whispered in a tender soothing voice. "I know it hurts, Frodo-dear," he continued and took Frodo's
hand and kissed it.
"Sam...you've done more for me than anyone should have had to. My only regret is that I never could return it," he
said in a melancholy tone.
"Now Mr. Frodo," Sam stated with more sternness. "I'll have none of that. You know I would do anything for you.
I would have it no other way." He smiled as he spoke the last sentence.
"Sam..."
"Come on, Frodo. Sam will pour you a cup of tea. Would that please you?"
"Aye. That would indeed, Sam," and the two hobbits made their way into the kitchen. After the kettle came to a
whistling boil, Sam filled two mugs and brought them to the table. He placed his down first and then Frodo's. As
he tried to place Frodo's mug on the table, Frodo's hand, as if it had a mind of its own, reached up and wrapped
around Sam's. Sam froze as he wandered why Frodo had done so. He smiled lightly and lay the mug down and
kept his hand near it. Frodo then gathered Sam's hand with both of his and brought it to his face. He guided
the caloused palm across his cheek and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm pleasant sensation. Sam's breath
hitched as he tried to speak but no words would come. Frodo kissed Sam's palm and murmerd into it and it was
Frodo's kiss that broke Sam's grip on restraint. Sam, almost hastily, bent across the table and kissed Frodo back. Frodo,
having been caught off guard, could only stare into Sam's brown eyes as he placed his lips firmly against Frodo's. The two marveled in the warmth
and taste of each other.........
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'One thing lead to another...I remember that night as plainly as this day. Oh, Elbereth, what a beautiful lad, he is!
If only I had known. Frodo-dear, I'm so sorry!' Sam fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands and his
body wracked with sobs.
Samson stared down at his father and put a finger in his mouth, not knowing why Samwise was crying. Frodo,
sensing Sam's pain, brought the little child back to the Elf that had held his hand, before and quickly returned to
kneel in front of Sam. He put one hand on Sam's shoulder and the other gently lifted Sam's tear-stained face to
meet Frodo's gaze.
"I'm...so...sorry...if I...had known...I" He could say no more before Frodo embraced him in a firm hug. Frodo
began to rock Sam again and whispered in his ear, "It's not your fault Sam...you didn't know...."
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The next part will pick up from here. I hope everyone likes it.
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"My son!?....Mr. Frodo, all my sons are back in the Shire. Frodo-lad, Tom, Merry, Pip..."
Sam had lost himself in naming names of every one of his sons that he didn't see Frodo walk towards an Elf
who held by the hand, a small Hobbit child. Frodo gathered the child into his arms, after saying something to the
Elf, in his native tongue, and walked back towards Sam. Sam felt as if his spine had frozen as he looked
at the child in Frodo's arms. The child looked to be no more than five. His hair was a sandy golden crown of
unruly curls. His eyes were deep azure, if not more than Frodo's. And his creamy face bore a bright smile
as he giggled as Frodo tickled his ribs and muttered baby talk to him.
Frodo stepped in front of Sam with the child in his arms. "Samwise, this is Samson."
Sam could only stare at the child and a tear rolled down his face. Frodo looked
at the child in his eyes, "Samson," he looked back at Sam and spoke more to him than
to the child. "This is Samwise Gamgee, your other Da'."
Tears were now flowing freely, again, from Sam's face. At that moment, all the memories came flowing back
to him. He remembered those sixty years ago. The night before Frodo left Middle Earth, Rosie had taken Elanor
to visit her parent's to show them their new grand-daughter.
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"Are you sure you don't need me to go with you, Rose-dear?"
"Of course, Sam. Someone has to keep an eye on Mr. Frodo. And what better hobbit to do that than yourself?
Don't worry, Sam. I'll stay with Ma and Da until you get back from going with Frodo." With that, she gathered
Elanor up and proceeded down the road from Bag End. He watched her for a minute or two until she was
almost out of sight.
Sam closed the door to the smial and walked into the study where Frodo was sitting in a rocking chair, rubbing
his right shoulder and wearing a grimaced expression.
"Frodo, are you al'right!?" He rushed towards Frodo and knelt beside him. "Here, let me."
He gently removed Frodo's hand from his ailing shoulder and proceeded to very carefully mead the muscles.
Frodo flinched in pain but soon relaxed as Sam's massaging slowly began to take its desired effect.
"There," Sam whispered in a tender soothing voice. "I know it hurts, Frodo-dear," he continued and took Frodo's
hand and kissed it.
"Sam...you've done more for me than anyone should have had to. My only regret is that I never could return it," he
said in a melancholy tone.
"Now Mr. Frodo," Sam stated with more sternness. "I'll have none of that. You know I would do anything for you.
I would have it no other way." He smiled as he spoke the last sentence.
"Sam..."
"Come on, Frodo. Sam will pour you a cup of tea. Would that please you?"
"Aye. That would indeed, Sam," and the two hobbits made their way into the kitchen. After the kettle came to a
whistling boil, Sam filled two mugs and brought them to the table. He placed his down first and then Frodo's. As
he tried to place Frodo's mug on the table, Frodo's hand, as if it had a mind of its own, reached up and wrapped
around Sam's. Sam froze as he wandered why Frodo had done so. He smiled lightly and lay the mug down and
kept his hand near it. Frodo then gathered Sam's hand with both of his and brought it to his face. He guided
the caloused palm across his cheek and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm pleasant sensation. Sam's breath
hitched as he tried to speak but no words would come. Frodo kissed Sam's palm and murmerd into it and it was
Frodo's kiss that broke Sam's grip on restraint. Sam, almost hastily, bent across the table and kissed Frodo back. Frodo,
having been caught off guard, could only stare into Sam's brown eyes as he placed his lips firmly against Frodo's. The two marveled in the warmth
and taste of each other.........
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'One thing lead to another...I remember that night as plainly as this day. Oh, Elbereth, what a beautiful lad, he is!
If only I had known. Frodo-dear, I'm so sorry!' Sam fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands and his
body wracked with sobs.
Samson stared down at his father and put a finger in his mouth, not knowing why Samwise was crying. Frodo,
sensing Sam's pain, brought the little child back to the Elf that had held his hand, before and quickly returned to
kneel in front of Sam. He put one hand on Sam's shoulder and the other gently lifted Sam's tear-stained face to
meet Frodo's gaze.
"I'm...so...sorry...if I...had known...I" He could say no more before Frodo embraced him in a firm hug. Frodo
began to rock Sam again and whispered in his ear, "It's not your fault Sam...you didn't know...."
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The next part will pick up from here. I hope everyone likes it.