AN: Hey, here's the next chapter! (You can stop bugging me for a week now, Samyo until I get the next one written!) Finally we go out, maybe Frodo will have his chance with Sam, maybe not, and I won't tell you!! You have to wait and see. For any loyal readers, sorry the first chapter wasn't that great, I went back and fixed it up, so go check it out! To those who haven't figured it out yet, this is a slash story, if ya don't like slash, don't read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or the world, it all belongs to the great J.R.R. Tolkien, a master mind.
Sam
"Hmmm, I would have to leave Rosie behind; she won't make it out there. I think she can handle things on her own… you of course will need a chaperon Frodo, no sense leaving you alone like that with them." Sam stood up pacing slightly, ignoring them for the moment, lost in thought. Frodo's heart was racing, without Rosie, maybe, just maybe he could get him drunk and fuck him. With the proper plants, he wouldn't remember anything, of course he might have trouble with the others there, but he'll work that part out later. All he could think about was having Sam to himself after all these years of waiting. "Yes, of course I'll come, it will be like old times, and to see the world without evil on your back would be nice!" Frodo's heart did a summersault and he jumped up, catching him in a hug without thinking. Thankfully, Legolas did, and joined them so that it would appear friendly. Frodo didn't care, he was just glad that he would be there, without Rosie.
They left Sam's house, Frodo had a slight skip to his walk. "You do know that this doesn't mean anything will happen between you two right?" Legolas said amused. Frodo did not answer but started to run back to Merry and Pippin's house to tell them the news.
Frodo's heart was beating excitedly, he didn't think he would sleep, but he knew that Legolas wouldn't allow that. He raced up to the door, immediately opening it without knocking. The first sound he heard when he stepped in froze him, mid-stride.
"I'm your bitch! Happy? Just fuck me now, take me Merry!" Frodo's eyes turned unwillingly to see Pippin strapped naked to one of the sitting chairs, obviously in great sexual frustration. Merry hid (luckily) anything he was doing, but he could make a close wager. He stood there in shock, he didn't realize that Merry might think of this as punishment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, oddly enough, he was taking notes, after all, Sam would not fumble around so much strapped to a chair. When he was able to move, he left, closing the door behind them, he would not like to see Pippin when he realized he would not be getting any relief because of him. As soon as he was out he ran into Legolas, who looked at him puzzled.
"Trust me, we should wait until later. We can go pack the saddle bags for tomorrow." Frodo walked back to his house with Legolas, who was still miffed. He badgered Frodo, who wouldn't reply until he suddenly came out of his thoughts. "Have you ever tried tying Faromire to a chair when you were having sex?" It clicked and Legolas stopped bugging him, but became thoughtful.
"No, but it might be fun to try sometime." Frodo rolled his eyes, even though he was just thinking the same thing for Sam. A chair might be hard to find, but a tree might work. They made it to Frodo's house and they ate before going to bed, Legolas sleeping in the guest room. All was well, and Frodo dreamt instead of normal things, things that a hobbit should, except one with Sam tied to a tree with Frodo's hand down his pants.
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Three dark shadows traveled past the window, unseen. A light creak of the door signaled a deadly entrance as harsh footsteps made their way to Sam and Rosie's room. Three vengeful orcs charged in, abandoning secrecy with their goal so near. The ugly green creatures snarled, saliva spewing out of their mouths. The first came to Rosie's side plunging the roughly made sword, that was too black to glint light, into her heart with an evil, satisfied scream before rushing to aid the other two capture Sam.
Sam, who had wakened at the beginning of the orc's scream, was up in a fright, attempting to get past them, using the bloody bed sheets to delay his wife's murderers. He managed to entangle the two after him, dodging their squirming bodies. He raced under the arms of the third to the kitchen, his anger and fear mounting in a two-sided mountain. He grabbed the first thing at hand, a dirty pan. He threw it immediately at the orcs who chased him, hitting one in the head with a metallic endeavor, in favor of a large cooking knife he kept sharp to cut vegetables. His eyes glinted with light equal to the one reflected on the knife. The orcs stopped in sudden surprise as prey turned predator. Their orders were to kill any witnesses and kidnap the ring bearer, they came to the wrong house. Sam's eyes went to the one who killed his wife, anger growing. He attacked him as the orc's eyes widened in shock as Sam neatly slit his throat watching the satisfying gurgles of blood and air escape the open wound.
Sam looked at the blood covering him with increasingly sick horror that some was Rosie's. One of the two remaining orcs came up behind him with a raised sword. Sam twirled around, clumsily slashing out with the knife. The orc fell, still alive, but unable to fight. Sam's anger had completely disappeared, the fear consuming him. Dropping the knife, he ran from the scene going to the one place he knew he could find help, Frodo's house.
Sam ran, tripping over tree roots, struggling through bushes as he cut a path to Frodo's house. His heart raced like a rabbit's as he scrambled away. The last orc was tearing after him, the weapon in his hand became an ugly shadow and his eyes gleamed yellow. Sam heard heavy grunting come closer as he barely dodged a tree. His heart ached to mourn, to just stop and cry out for the loss. He needed to cry, to be with understanding friends, but his only company was the slimy creature that was gaining on him.
The glowing eyes beckoned him, and he almost stopped, to end the pain, to fade into oblivion with one stroke. The shadow sword was sharp with inviting death. Only his stubborn, fleeing feet kept him from accepting the swords offer. Suddenly a hard surface ended his progress with a thud. Frodo's house! Sam pounded on the door with all his might, cracking it with his fists. The orc finally caught him, and the sword rose with finality, and an assurance of death fell upon Sam.
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Frodo jumped from his bed running to the door. The long hall grew and time slowed his feet as he desperately reached for the sounds of Sam's pleading voice amidst the pounding of fists. An eternity passed when he heard Sam break out into a scream. He grappled with the handle, watching the gap between the spidery cracked door and wall grow wider, revealing an orc poised deadly over Sam's curled body. The evil yellow eyes glanced at Frodo, sending a shiver up his body before he started the downward path of the stroke. He threw his body over that of Sam's, saving him in the only way he could think of in a split second.
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Legolas grabbed for the bow and quiver he always left within reach. The door opened at his touch. An orc had his weapon raised above a mass of hobbit that could be seen between Frodo's legs. He drew his bow, but knew he could not successfully kill the orc with Frodo standing in the way. Legolas watched the scene with extreme dread as the hobbit turned out to be Sam. Frodo desperately threw himself over Sam's body, basically committing suicide for what would kill Sam anyway when it passed through Frodo's body. Yet Frodo showed no signs of understanding his fruitless attempt. He loosed his bow, praying to Elbereth to quicken the arrow on its course to the weak point in the neck of the orc.
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Frodo tightened his muscles expecting the blow. He could feel the air parting before the blade, giving it a clear path, hastening his death. "I love you Sam!" he cried knowing, that it would be his last words. He heard a thud, and then sound stopped altogether, a comforting silence. Frodo drifted in a starry daze, life gone, and now an eternity before him. He felt himself being carried away into darkness.
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Sam felt a warm body fall on him, protecting him from the blow. Tears fell unchecked at Frodo's voice "I love you Sam!" words he longed to hear before but never received. He had settled for Rosie when Frodo showed no sign of return favor, and he kept wishing he had the will to tell him since he first met him. An invisible hand clenched his heart, love, and dread pumped his body. He heard the air stop parting as a thud resounded in his ears and tears flowed faster and he began to sob. His mind reeled at the death of two people he loved, the pain too unbearable to live. I should have stopped. I should have let it kill me!
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Legolas watched as his arrow flew, Frodo's voice interrupting his prayer, "I love you Sam!" a tear slid down his face, saddened by the love that drenched those words. Relief came when he heard the arrow land thickly in the throat of the orc, it's eyes showing surprise before dulling and the body fell over into a mossy area, quieting his fall. The sword stayed tight in the death grip of his fingers and blood tainted the grass with black. He ran over to the two hobbits with light feet, to separate them from their thoughts of death. Sam was sobbing loudly when he lifted Frodo off.
"No! No! Frodoooooo!" he cried clutching the body to him.
"Sam, let go, he's alive." Sam, unbelieving, and unwilling to let go, helped Legolas carry him in. When Sam saw Frodo's chest rise and fall as he lay propped up in a chair, he struggled against Legolas to reach him. "Frodo," Legolas shook Frodo's body with one hand, holding off Sam with the other, trying to bring the hobbit back to consciousness, "open your eyes, you are not dead! Sam-" Sam broke through Legolas' grip and kissed Frodo full on the lips. Frodo's eyes shot open and he stared into the eyes of twin shock. Legolas couldn't move, he was stunned by the sudden show; Sam was surprised he actually did it.
Frodo looked about in confusion at his friends. Just a moment ago he swore he was dead, and gone for eternity. Frodo felt his body for wounds, and found none where they should have been. He did find that he was in a chair, inside, another nightmare?
"Wh-what happened?" He sputtered out.
"You threw yourself over Sam, just in time for me to shoot an arrow and kill the orc before he harmed you, his body is outside. Sam hasn't enlightened us why there were orcs here in the first place." Legolas said turning his eyes to Sam for explanation.
"Three orcs snuck into my house, one murdered Rosie while she slept. I avenged her death by killing the orc with a kitchen knife. I lost my nerve," he averted his eyes, in embarrassment, "but I managed to harm the second one so that it could not fight and fled from the last. I-I didn't know where else to go, I knew that Legolas at least might be able to help me, so I ran. I am glad you did." He turned his head, looking gratefully into the elf's eyes in his last words.
"Sam, keep Frodo company, I need to scout for more orcs." With that, he left, taking the bow with him. Alone in the dark, Frodo looked around awkwardly before breaking up the unease by standing up and talking.
"I meant, what I said, but you don't need to return the favor, Rosie is probably still heavy in your mind." He shifted away from Sam reluctantly, "I'll light a few lanterns for us." He said, unsure of what how to act.
"Frodo," Sam caught his arm and turned him to see his face, a tear crept from Frodo's blue eye, "I loved Rosie when I married her, but I have loved you since the day we met. I was too afraid to tell you." Sam wiped the tear away with his earth-worked finger from Frodo's cheek. Joy washed into Frodo's eyes, giving the room the only light Sam needed, and Sam held the beautiful head kissing Frodo properly. They stood there for a long moment before breaking away when Legolas came in.
"We are safe, I found no orcs about- couldn't you two at least wait 10 minutes before kissing again?"
Frodo, grinned happily at Legolas, "how long did it take you before you kissed Faromire to the Blessed Realm?" Legolas stood there with a forced face.
"Fine, so what if I kissed him the second I found out he loved me!" Legolas said exasperated, "The least you could do would be to get a room. I am going to go find out from the orc you left at your house what exactly they were meaning to do." Legolas left them alone again, in the dark. Frodo shifted in Sam's arms.
"How about that room, Frodo?" Sam whispered.
"It isn't right, what about your Rosie?" Frodo tried to climb out of Sam's arms even though he longed to stay. Sam tightened his hold, pressing his lips to Frodo's.
"I'll miss Rosie, but I was always in love with you. Now I have you, I won't let you get away." Frodo smiled, stars shining brightly in his eyes. He didn't hesitate to kiss Sam, his slender fingers digging deep in the sandy blonde's hair.
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Sam's skull erupted with hot tingle at Frodo's touch. His mind was washed away, his only thoughts on Frodo's body pressed to his. Well, that and desperately searching for a room. Glancing quickly he found a door, and led Frodo to it, slamming him against it. His hand slipped on the doorknob when Frodo parted his lips, allowing entrance to Sam's searching tongue. Sparks of pleasure shot from his abdomen as the fingers tightened in his hair. Sam's hand griped the handle, and managed to open it while exploring Frodo's mouth. They stumbled in to the room, clinging to each other. Sam felt temporary disappointment when the pressure of their bodies relaxed with the lack of door. He opened his eyes to find them in a master bedroom, Frodo's room. Perfect he thought.
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Never in Frodo's wildest dream did it feel this good. The only reason he let Sam lead him was that he was incapable of much else. Sam suddenly broke away, leaving Frodo startled. He opened his eyes, to find himself in his own room. Stupid! You were supposed to be in charge! Whatever happened to getting Sam drunk, tying him to a tree, and fucking him? Arms suddenly swept him up, tossing him on the bed, and Sam pounced after him. Frodo laughed until Sam's mouth met his. They fought sexually for the top spot. Frodo was not about to lose his chance. Frodo ripped Sam's pants and plunged his hand down them, grabbing the member as he did once in a dream, smiling blissfully into the kiss. With one more caress of his tongue in the blonde's mouth, Sam relinquished the top spot with a moan. Frodo celebrated this victory by fulfilling every dream he had of him and Sam together (except the one with Sam strapped to a chair/tree, that one he would save for the trail.
AN: yawns well, I reread all of them, and fixed stupid mistakes and things that didn't make any sense. Once I get some shut-eye, I'll read them for mistakes again. The next chapter is already written, I just need to polish it up!