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Sorry it took so long to update, but college is a bitch here in Hollan: this week I've had classes from 8.30 am to 6.00 pm twice, if you add the time it takes me to travel I was out from 7.00 to 7.00.

Anyway, next week is going to be even worse: I have to do the same four times!!!! So looks like after this, I'll be updating next Saturday or Sunday.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SERIOUS LOVE MAKING BY FRODO AND SAM

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Chapter Three – Cirith Ungol

Sam walked into the garden, surprised at how well-tended it was. A sudden happiness filled his heart. Now Frodo can do a lot of things, but he can't tend to a garden. Must be the Elves, they didn't leave him alone. They took care of him! 'Father tells me I inherited my gardening skills from you.' Sam was startled by Bell, who he hadn't hear approaching. Then again, at my age I wouldn't have heard her even if she had worn steel boots like the Black Riders. 'You did this?' She nodded. Sam had never doubted Frodo's word about her being his, but now he new for certain that Bell was his.

Suddenly he felt very tired, and he moved to walk back into the house when he saw a bench. He could picture Frodo sitting on the bench watching Bell working in the garden. He sat down on the bench, and Bell sat down next to him. I still don't understand how Frodo could have gotten pregnant. I mean...well duh, it's pretty obvious what I mean(sorry, couldn't help myself Arcangelic). But however he got pregnant, it must have been during the Quest. We only made love during the Quest, and we only did it twice. But then, he must have had her before sailing out here. How did he hide that from me? Sitting on the bench with Bell at his side, he thought back:

'When he thought Frodo was dead Sam just wanted to curl up next to him, hold him in his arms and die too. When he found out Frodo was still alive, Sam felt as if the Sun was shining through all the darkness around him. And now that he found Snaga whipping his beloved, a blind rage took him over. He swept into the room with Sting in his hand, and delivered a blow to the orc's whip-hand. Unable to control himself Sam sought to strike again but Snaga charged at him head-down, making Sam's blow go wide and causing Sam to lose his balance. Before Sam could scramble up he heard a cry and a thud: the orc in its wild haste had tripped on the ladder-head and fallen through the open trap-door. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo.

Sam picked the naked Frodo up and pressed him against his chest. 'Mr. Frodo, it's me, sir! I've come for you, my dear, you're safe now.' Sam felt Frodo wrap his arms around his waist, and suddenly he felt wetness against his chest. Frodo was sobbing! 'Oh, Sam, my dear Sam. Thank you for rescuing me, Sam, but I'm not worth it. I've failed, Sam, I've failed utterly!' 'Now now, Mr. Frodo, don't you be saying such things. You're more than worth it to be rescued by me, you actually deserve a dozen Elf-warriors barging in here to rescue you.' 'No, Sam. I don't, I really don't. It's over, Sam, the Quest is over!' He's talking about the Ring! He thinks they took it from him!

Before Sam could say anything, Frodo pressed his lips against Sam's and the desire Sam had been suppressing made him kiss Frodo back. With a few rapid moves Frodo had removed Sam's cloak and shirts (I seem to remember him wearing two somehow). You have to tell him you've got it before this continues. You know he's only doing this because he thinks the Quest is over. Sam inner voice was silenced by Frodo's tongue and Sam let his hands course all over Frodo's body, carefully avoiding the whip-mark. Sam felt Frodo fidget with his (Sam's, since Frodo is naked) belt buckle, and his inner voice was echoing in his head again. You're lying to him, Samwise Gamgee, you're using him. He's not giving himself to you, you're stealing this from him with your lies. Tell him you've got the Ring, Sam. Tell him you've got it, tell him you've got the precious. At that Sam realized that it wasn't his inner voice at all, that it was the Ring trying to stop them.

Suddenly he landed on his back as Frodo pulled of his pants and undergarments in one fierce movement, releasing his arousal from its prison. No Ring bothered him now, seeing it had been in the pocket of his pants. He grabbed Frodo, and they started kissing again, both naked, their arousals duelling fiercely. 'I want you, Sam. I want you in me,' Frodo moaned between kisses. Sam laid him down and spread his legs, then sat in between them. Suddenly his real inner voice warned him about hurting Frodo, and he hesitated. But Frodo kissed his concerns away. 'Take me, Sam. I need you to.'

Feeling Frodo's heat around his arousal sent a shiver down Sam's spine. He started moving gently but soon he lost control and his rhythm became so fast he was almost hammering Frodo into the floor, not that Frodo didn't enjoy it. Sam felt he was close, and by the speed Frodo was stroking himself he guessed Frodo was too. Suddenly he felt Frodo's body tense up, and he found his release as well.

Sam laid down on top of Frodo, neither of them minding the stickiness between them. Suddenly Frodo started crying again. 'Oh, Sam, that was wonderful. I'm sorry, Sam.' 'Sorry for what, Mr. Frodo?' 'They took the Ring, Sam! The Enemy must have it by now, I've failed you and everyone else.' 'No you didn't, Mr. Frodo. I...I took the Ring, sir. When I thought you were dead. I took it to finish the Quest for you, sir.' Sam reached out and grabbed his pants, and after going through his pocket he held the Ring in front of Frodo.

'Give it to me!' Frodo snatched the Ring from him, pushing him away. Startled, Sam stared at Frodo. Suddenly Frodo looked up at him, and Sam saw regret in his eyes. 'I'm sorry, Sam. It's just that it's my burden, not yours. My burden, for now that I have it back I can't have you.'

That was a blow to the heart. But Sam held back his tears, and got up. After he dressed himself, he looked at Frodo. 'You just wait here, Mr. Frodo. I'm going to get you some clothes, can't have you wandering through Mordor in naught but your skin.' Without waiting for an answer, Sam climbed down the ladder. Once he had a safe distance between himself and Frodo, he sat down and wept.

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