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Note: WARNING! This is SLASH. Nothing explicit, but not light and fluffy. It is quite a bit different than stuff I've written before and I don't quite like it as much (in content and general style), butI hope it appeals to some of you!
Frodo sat hunched over his mug of ale. He smiled and waved at the other tavern goers, as he did every evening. Yet he did not speak. He was utterly tired of acting grotesquely cheerful around these people. They didn't know what had happened. They didn't care. They figured he had gone on a fancy little adventure, nancing about with his friends in the wilderness. Oh, if only they knew.
Frodo sipped at his ale. He saw Sam enter the tavern. His eyes glimmered slightly and Sam swept across the room, brushing past Frodo as he made a beeline for where Rosie was pouring ale. Frodo's leg gave an involuntary twitch and his eyes followed Sam, who took his mug and stepped outside to drink it.
Frodo dropped some coins onto the table and quietly got up to go after Sam. He crept outside, following the side of the Green Dragon to a dark secluded place where he was almost positive he's find Sam. And he did.
Sam was leaning against the building, staring into space. He turned at the sound of Frodo's footsteps. "Evenin', Mr. Frodo. How are you doin' to -- "
Frodo stopped Sam by grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him against the wall. Sam's ale flew from his hand, the mug shattering on the ground and the drink washing over their bare feet in waves. Frodo pinned Sam and stared him right in the eyes.
"Not even a hello inside? What is this, my Sam? Are you TRYING to drive me crazy?"
"Mr. Frodo, you know that the Shire folk would never accept… this sort of relationship."
"They don't accept us already, Sam. We're almost a curiosity to them. They don't know what we've been through! What we've endured. All we have is each other! You can't ignore me like that."
"Mr. Frodo, I –" Sam tried to utter a reply, but again Frodo cut him off, this time with a fierce and needy kiss.
Sam responded nearly as passionately as Frodo. Soon, Sam wasn't pinned to the wall, but being clutched tightly, Frodo's hands knotted in his hair.
They finally broke apart and Sam wrapped his arms around Frodo, drawing him to his chest. Frodo was breathing hard and still playing with Sam's hair.
Sam smiled, "Maybe I should ignore you more often."