Rating: T
Pairing Frodo/Sam
Frodo's POV
Author's Notes: Don't own these characters, and never will. Please don't sue me. I'm a poor college student living on Ramen Noodles.
His
lips press to my forehead in a gentle kiss and my heart smiles. He is
so shy, so worried that his touches will not be welcomed by my skin.
I wish he was not so hesitant, but that would be like the pot calling
the kettle black. If I were more daring, I would lift my head, hold
his gaze, and capture his lips with mine, till joy took us both. I
would let myself speak truly for the first time since he first caught
my gaze, the first day I came to Bag End, alone and
friendless.
"Come! Wake up Mr. Frodo!"
It is Sam's
voice, which causes me to stir from my gentle cocoon of contentment
that is his arms. He is trying to be as cheerful as it usually was on
the lazy summer mornings of my youth, when I would lie abed till
after elevenses. How I long for those days again!
I open my eyes
and sigh, then bring my body slowly into a sitting up position,
trying to will strength into myself to go on, keep marching the long
road of my doom. I want nothing more to show Sam how much I care, but
alas, yet again, I must listen to my mind, over the yearnings of my
heart...
