The next morning I woke up much earlier than most hobbits do, so I
decided to take a stroll. I got up quietly so as not to disturb Pippin, who
was snoring peacefully beside me. I dressed and snuck down the hallway and
to the door. Once outside I wandered down the path to the Green Dragon,
planning on a nice first breakfast before my walk. Once inside, I sought
out Rosie Cotton, my favorite female hobbit, to talk to. I mentioned Sam
and noticed how her eyes lit up when she spoke of him. I felt bad for what
had happened between me and Sam last night.
"Maggie...Maggie...Are you okay?" Rosie interrupted my thoughts with genuine concern.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"Now what kind of a friend would I be if I believed that?" Rosie laughed.
I smiled, "A gullible one." I thought for a moment than spoke. "Rosie, do you love Samwise Gamgee?"
Rosie blushed, "Course I do, Mags. I've told you that before." She asked confusedly, "Why?"
I took a deep breath, "Despite what I'm about to tell you, I don't want you getting jealous or blaming Sam."
Rosie sat down, "I have a bad feeling about this."
I took another breath, "I don't know if it was the ale or some charm but last night Sam and I kissed." I rambled on before Rosie could speak, "We didn't mean to and I'm sure Sam loves you and we'd had too much to drink anyway..."
Rosie clapped her hand over my mouth to stifle my explanation, "It's okay. I believe you."
"What?" I questioned, blinking for a few seconds.
"I believe you. If you said it wasn't intentional than I forgive both of you."
I threw my arms around her, "Thank you. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Air," she managed to choke out. When I let her go, she was laughing.
"I suppose I should head back," I said after some time.
"Bring Frodo, Sam, Pip, and Merry with you tonight for supper," Rosie proclaimed.
"That I will," I promised and left.
As I trekked through the garden to the main house, I stopped to inform Sam of Rosie and my conversation. He apologized for, despite my insisting of it being the ale, 'taking advantage of me like that' and thanked me for easing his guilt about Rosie. I walked into the house and chose to read in Frodo's den. Frodo, however, had the same idea and was already there when I entered the room.
"Hello, Mags," He greeted me.
"Hello, Frodo. I was just going to read for a bit," I explained.
He smiled and his big blue eyes twinkled, "Great minds think alike?"
I nodded, grinning, "Yes, we do."
He gestured to the seat beside him on the couch, "Have a seat."
I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder as he began to read. The story was in Elvish and I dozed off to the sound of his voice, speaking the melodious language of the fairest of all creatures. When I awoke, some hours later, he'd ceased reading and was just stroking my hair and watching me sleep. Before a coherent thought could enter my head, I leaned up and kissed him. I felt him jump slightly in surprise and then he kissed back. He gently ran his tongue across my lips, begging for entrance. This I granted and he put one hand in my hair, playing with the brown and blond strands. I wrapped my arms around his necks as the kiss deepened.
When we finally broke apart he whispered in my ear, "Bedroom?"
I smiled and used his earlier words, "Great minds think alike."
"Maggie...Maggie...Are you okay?" Rosie interrupted my thoughts with genuine concern.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"Now what kind of a friend would I be if I believed that?" Rosie laughed.
I smiled, "A gullible one." I thought for a moment than spoke. "Rosie, do you love Samwise Gamgee?"
Rosie blushed, "Course I do, Mags. I've told you that before." She asked confusedly, "Why?"
I took a deep breath, "Despite what I'm about to tell you, I don't want you getting jealous or blaming Sam."
Rosie sat down, "I have a bad feeling about this."
I took another breath, "I don't know if it was the ale or some charm but last night Sam and I kissed." I rambled on before Rosie could speak, "We didn't mean to and I'm sure Sam loves you and we'd had too much to drink anyway..."
Rosie clapped her hand over my mouth to stifle my explanation, "It's okay. I believe you."
"What?" I questioned, blinking for a few seconds.
"I believe you. If you said it wasn't intentional than I forgive both of you."
I threw my arms around her, "Thank you. I'm so sorry it happened."
"Air," she managed to choke out. When I let her go, she was laughing.
"I suppose I should head back," I said after some time.
"Bring Frodo, Sam, Pip, and Merry with you tonight for supper," Rosie proclaimed.
"That I will," I promised and left.
As I trekked through the garden to the main house, I stopped to inform Sam of Rosie and my conversation. He apologized for, despite my insisting of it being the ale, 'taking advantage of me like that' and thanked me for easing his guilt about Rosie. I walked into the house and chose to read in Frodo's den. Frodo, however, had the same idea and was already there when I entered the room.
"Hello, Mags," He greeted me.
"Hello, Frodo. I was just going to read for a bit," I explained.
He smiled and his big blue eyes twinkled, "Great minds think alike?"
I nodded, grinning, "Yes, we do."
He gestured to the seat beside him on the couch, "Have a seat."
I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder as he began to read. The story was in Elvish and I dozed off to the sound of his voice, speaking the melodious language of the fairest of all creatures. When I awoke, some hours later, he'd ceased reading and was just stroking my hair and watching me sleep. Before a coherent thought could enter my head, I leaned up and kissed him. I felt him jump slightly in surprise and then he kissed back. He gently ran his tongue across my lips, begging for entrance. This I granted and he put one hand in my hair, playing with the brown and blond strands. I wrapped my arms around his necks as the kiss deepened.
When we finally broke apart he whispered in my ear, "Bedroom?"
I smiled and used his earlier words, "Great minds think alike."