Frodo only nodded, going back to his meal
After dinner, Frodo went into his room to read as usual, but this time he invited Sam in. Sam was a little surprised by this as Frodo did not usually invite Sam in when he was feeling sick. Frodo was going to teach him some Elvish. Frodo started reading aloud to Sam. After Frodo read some of the story, he put the book down and laid down. As Sam started to leave Frodo called him back. And invited him to sit on the bed, which Sam slowly did after much consideration.
"Sam, I want to thank you for being here so much for me." Frodo told Sam.
"It's no problem at all, Mister Frodo." Sam replied to Frodo.
"Sam, please just call me Frodo when we are here alone, you are more than a servant to me, and I hope that I'm more than a master to you." Frodo pointed out to Sam eagerly awaiting Sam's response to the comment.
"But, Mister Frodo, while you are more than a master to me, I cannot just call you Frodo," Sam pleaded "It ain't proper."
"You just said Frodo with out attaching Mister to it," Frodo pointed out humorously.
"However, Sam there are a lot things that are not proper that I would care to do." Frodo pointed out.
"What do mean Mister Frodo?" Sam asked.
"Sam, I told you about calling you about calling Mister." Frodo scolded Sam.
"Okay, Frodo." Sam said after much deliberation. "Well, you need your sleep so you can feel better. Good night, Frodo." With that Sam gave Frodo a kiss on the forehead. As Sam started to pull away Frodo caught his hand.
"That's the thing, Sam. The only reason that I have been feeling like this is that I am starting not to be able to control my thoughts that I cannot act upon." Frodo explained.
"Frodo, it is alright, please tell me if I can help." Sam pleaded.
"That's just it, Sam… You are the center of my thoughts. There are so many things that I want to do with you." Frodo nearly cried out
With that he stood up in front of Sam and had Sam get on the bed. Sam slowly started to inch back towards the headboard, just as he'd dreamed about so many times. Frodo then climbed on to the bed almost, on top of him, and began to kiss his forehead, down his nose, then he reached Sam's mouth. He stopped after hearing Sam gasp, and quickly turned away.
No! Sam thought to himself. 'This is a dream, another dream. Frodo would never do or say things like this otherwise.' Sam tried to wake himself before realizing it wasn't a dream. 'Oh, this has to be the sickness.' Sam had to stop it before it went any further.
"Mr. Frodo! We have to stop! Your sick!" Sam exclaimed.
Sam just couldn't let this happen no matter how much Frodo protested or how many times he had dreamt about this moment. He just wouldn't take advantage of his Frodo while he was sick.
"Sam, I don't know what came over me. I am sorry." Frodo apologized quickly.
"Frodo, is this how you feel about me?" Sam asked.
"Yes Sam, this is how I have felt for you before the quest even started." Frodo admitted
"This is the reason why I have been down since the end of the quest. I knew that we would not be alone anymore, and that I couldn't do things that I wanted to do."
"You are not alone in those feelings, Frodo." Sam assured him.
"Sam… what do you mean?"
"I have had feelings for you before the quest started and I felt ashamed if I were to tell you." Sam admitted.
