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

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Chapter Four – A gift from Bell

As Sam helped Frodo lay down, he brushed some curls out of Frodo's face with his fingers. Frodo moaned almost inaudibly, and the feeling of desolation that had taken hold of Sam over the last few days grew even stronger.

He was worried. Frodo wasn't talking to him anymore, but then again Frodo wasn't doing much of anything but walking and sleeping. If he put food into Frodo's mouth Frodo would eat. If he helped Frodo lay down Frodo would sleep, at least Sam hoped Frodo slept.

Sam looked into Frodo's eyes. Their colour had grown darker over the last few days to the extend of becoming a dark shade of blue instead of the bright clear blue Sam was used to see. The bright clear blue he had last seen in Torech Ungol (I think that's how the tower is called, but I'm not sure). Tears welled up in Sam's eyes.

They hadn't spoken about what happened at Cirith Ungol and Sam felt his heart brake every time he thought about it. Frodo suddenly took his hand and stroked his cheek which, after the initial surprise of Frodo initiating any form of action on his own, made Sam love him even more. Even now, when he needs all of his energy to fight the Ring, he tries to comfort me.

Frodo wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him close for an embrace. 'Oh, Sam.' 'I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo, I'm alright. It's just…' 'It's okay, Sam. You can cry, you have a right to cry. We reach Orodruin tomorrow, after all. You have a right to cry about your fate, especially since you don't deserve it. You don't deserve to die on that mountain, Sam.' 'Neither do you, Mr. Frodo, but I don't see you crying.' 'That's because I can't cry, Sam. There are worse things worth crying over than dying on Mount Doom. But if I start crying about those things, I won't have the courage to do what I came here to do.'

Sam dried his eyes with his sleeves. 'Neither of us should be crying, Mr. Frodo. Tomorrow, we do what we have to. But whatever happens, I won't regret it. Even if we die, Mr. Frodo, I'll be happy. 'Cause I'll be with you, Mr. Frodo, knowing that you love me the same way I love you.' 'Oh, Sam.'

Suddenly the shade of colour of Frodo's eyes changed again, but Sam didn't have time to see if it became even darker or brighter like it had been because Frodo pressed his lips against Sam's. Sam was so surprised that in later days when he remembered the kiss, he couldn't remember when he had parted his lips. All he knew was that suddenly Frodo's predatory tongue was raging in his mouth for quite a while before he even thought of kissing back.

It wasn't long before Frodo pushed Sam onto his back and laid down on top of him, still kissing him. Sam, eyes closed, felt Frodo's hand fumble with his breeches, but was so lost in the kiss he was surprised when Frodo broke it off. Before he opened his eyes however he felt his by then straining arousal being freed and immediately engulfed in Frodo's hot mouth.

Sam opened his eyes, and saw Frodo's curls bobbing up and down above his groin. Frodo was working fast and good, and Sam didn't think he would last very long. But before he could say anything, Frodo stopped and stood up. Sam rose to a sitting position, afraid that Frodo would stop. But Frodo kicked off his breeches at an incredible speed, sat down in Sam's lap and started kissing Sam again without making a sound.

Sam didn't know what was happening (to Frodo, that is; of course he knew what was happening) but he knew what he wanted to do. With Frodo sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, and his arousal pressing against Frodo's, he wanted to take Frodo. And apparently Frodo felt the same, because he pushed Sam on his back again, shifted, and impaled himself on Sam's cock (hell, I'm old enough to say it). He started moving up and down, while Sam had a hard time restraining himself not to thrust. He grabbed Frodo's cock and started stroking him, in the same rhythm Frodo was sliding up and down his.

It wasn't long before the rhythm went up. Sam started thrusting into Frodo, while Frodo helped Sam stroke him. Sam caught a glimpse of Frodo's eyes, but couldn't see clear because of passion blurring his vision. They both tensed up at the same time, Sam spilling his seed into Frodo and Frodo's seed washing down on Sam's shirts (still wearing two). They lay there for a while, but then Sam pulled his breeches up right and helped Frodo into his own. Suddenly, even the world of sound came back as he heard a strange, hissing sound. He turned around to ask Frodo if he had heard it too, but Frodo was already asleep.

He was surprised to feel the softness under him. I'm in bed! How did I get here? Be didn't open his eyes, because he felt something else. His arms were wrapped around something. Something warm, soft and breathing: someone! He quickly opened his eyes to find Frodo laying in his arms.

He noticed the sun was about to come up, so it had to be sometime in the wee ours of the morning. Last thing I remember, is sitting in the garden with Bell…Frodo moved, and he looked down at him again. He could never stop marvelling at the beauty of a sleeping Frodo. Not that he isn't pretty when he's awake, but he looks so peaceful. I'm glad he has found that. He had loved his life back in the Shire, with Rosie and the kids. But suddenly he felt a pang of regret he hadn't come sooner. I'm too old for him now. He doesn't look a day over 33, except for the wisdom and experience that shines in his eyes. I can't make love to him, make him touch this old skin. I'm amazed he isn't disgusted by it as it is, his head resting on my arm an' all…Sam looked at the arm Frodo's head was resting on and almost had a heart-attack. The skin wasn't old and wrinkled, like it had grown for the past dozen years. It was young and smooth, like it had been in the days of his youth.

He regretted the quick movement of sliding his arm from under Frodo even before he had finished it, but he knew it was a mistake when Frodo opened his clear blue eyes and looked at him. 'What's wrong, Sam?' 'My arm! Is…is the rest of me…?' 'Young? Yes, Sam. You look as if you're just out of your tweens.' 'But how?' 'It was Bell, Sam. She can do…things. That's why I didn't tell you about her before I left Middle-Earth, Sam. I was afraid of what she could do, afraid she would be…evil, like…like Sauron. See, Sam, I got pregnant…' 'The night before we reached Mount Doom, I figured. I also figured that if it was like a normal pregnancy, you must have had her before you left.' 'I did. She was born in Middle-Earth. But wait until the Sun is up, Sam, and I'll tell you the parts you haven't figured out by yourself yet.'

Sam could see some kind of despair in Frodo's eyes. 'Alright, I'll wait. But first tell me: how did Bell do this?' 'I don't know any details, Sam. You fell asleep in the garden, and she carried you here. I found her lying next to you like you are now. But no doubt there is Elven magic involved, she and the Lady Galadriel have quite a friendship. But when she returns tonight, we'll ask her about it.' 'When she returns?' 'Yes, she left just an hour ago. Sometimes I tease her with all the time she spends reading Elven magic books, or studying with the Lord Elrond or Lady Galadriel.'

Sam was baffled. He laid back down, and stared at the hand he held in front of his eyes. He felt Frodo's body creep up next to his, and he put his arms around him.

T.B.C

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