Disclaimer: If I owned LOTRS it wouldn't have been Sam's forehead Frodo was kissing at the end of rotk. So sighs I don't own it...sadly.
Notes: This story will contain Slash! Hobbity slash to be exact. LOL And once again my new favorite line "If that bothers you then wtf are you doing here?" LOL
This story will be post-quest. Enjoy!
Drowning Solitude
The rain pounded heavily on the Shire. Sheets of water coated the homes and flooded the roads. A loud crash of thunder and flash of lightning lit up the drowning garden of Bag End. Dusk was yet a few hours away but it could easily have been mistaken for dark of night. A loud curse came from a stout hobbit, groaning the soaked hobbit pulled himself to his feet. Shaking his hands to rid himself of some of the mud he had just slipped in. Walking towards the green door, he stifled yelp as the door was quite suddenly opened infront of him.
"Sam!" The rich, cultured voice of Frodo Baggins exclaimed. Grabbing a handful of the Gardner's clothes Frodo yanked him inside. "Valor Sam! It started raining Twenty minutes ago! What have you been doing?" Sam blushed and looked at his feet. He was a fool, his Gaffer had always said.
"Well, you see Mr. Frodo I didn't want to leave all them tools out there to rust, and then those poor roses looked as if they were drowning..." he trailed off. Frodo smiled and put an arm around his now soaked companion.
"Well Sam I'm afraid those poor roses are going to drown even if you are out there to drown with them. And after everything I don't care to lose you to a bit of rain." Sam smiled. "Now come on your dripping everywhere," Frodo said and started to lead Sam down one of the grand halls of Bag End.
"It's a good thing your sister brought over some spare clothes for you the other day." Frodo said as they entered one of the extra bedrooms. It was just as lovely as all the rest, even though Sam insisted Frodo's was grander.
"You can take a bath if you like," Frodo suggested seeing Sam's mud-coated clothes. Sam silently shook his head,
"That's alright Mr. Frodo it's just me clothes that got dirty." Frodo nodded, and then tossed Sam the towel he'd been holding.
"I'll go start some tea then," he said.
Sam sighed as the door shut behind Frodo's retreating form. Truth was he could use a bath, but he didn't want to impose on Frodo any more than he did already. It was a strange thing to think of, imposing on Frodo, after all they'd been through they were closer than ever but Sam still felt he was imposing when at Bag End. After all it wasn't his home, no not his home he only stayed there at least a couple times a week. His mind reminded him. Usually on nights like this Frodo insisted he stayed in one of the guest rooms. Sam shook his head and unbuttoned the shirt he'd been wearing. After stripping himself of his soaking clothes Sam grabbed the towel and set to drying himself off as much as possible. Marveling in the softness of the fabric Sam sighed and grabbed his dry clothes. After dressing Sam set out his wet clothes on the chair in the corner to dry.
Feeling much better in his dry clothes Sam trotted out of the room towards the kitchen of Bag End, where the delicious smell of pumpkin pie filled the air. Sam had made the pie earlier that day and had set it out to cook; only he hadn't gotten around doing the baking yet. Apparently Frodo had decided to save him the trouble. Sam guessed Frodo just wanted to see useful, he wasn't much of a cooker himself. Of course he could make things when he really needed them, but he did have the tendency to forget things were baking or cooking while getting lost in some book, and only remember when the distinct smell of something burning filled the air.
Coming up to the kitchens entrance Sam smiled as Frodo busily worked about the kitchen, his back facing Sam. It was a few minutes before Frodo realized Sam was there, the kettle began to whistle and Frodo turned around to head for the hearth and instead almost jumped out of his skin.
"Sam!" Frodo said placing his maimed hand on his chest. Sam smiled and moved out of Frodo's way.
"Sorry Mr.Frodo didn't mean to startle you." Frodo smirked,
"That's alright Sam, please have a seat."
Sam nodded and seated himself in the table chair nearest him. A moment later Frodo returned to the table and poured the boiling water in with the tea leafs.
"It's been a while since we've sat and had tea." Frodo commented as he sat across from Sam.
"Yes I suppose it has," Sam agreed. Sure they'd had tea together but it was always on rushed breaks from the garden or quick interludes before Sam went home and Frodo to bed.
"I suppose something good has to come out of this rain," Frodo chuckled.
Sam's smile brightened, it did sound good to hear laughter in Frodo's voice once again. He'd been getting a lot better recently; it had almost been a year since they set out on their journey. It seemed like a lot longer. Sam sipped his now poured tea and happily sat back and enjoyed it; nothing beats a good cup of tea. There was a comfortable silence that both seemed unwilling to break. But as Sam sought for something to say his nose caught the smell of his pumpkin pie getting too dark for it's own good.
"Is that my pumpkin pie I smell burning?" Sam asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.
Frodo's bright eyes went wide and he made a sudden dash towards the burning pie. Taking his time Sam walked over after him. Frodo made a sound of dismay as he pulled the pie out,
"It's ruined! Oh I'm sorry Sam," Frodo looked to him pleadingly. Sam looked down at the pie, it wasn't that bad just a bit around the edges.
"Now now Mr.Frodo, it's just a little crispy on the edges is all. Far from ruined I might say. We can just cut off the edge, no harm done!" Frodo smiled sadly as Sam took the pie and set to cutting the edge off.
"There!" he said triumphantly.
He turned to Frodo, but found that even though he was smiling he now seemed sad and distant.
"How about a piece Mr.Frodo?" Sam asked hopefully. It took a moment before Frodo responded,
"No thank you Sam, I'm not all that hungry at the moment. "Sam looked back at the pie to hide his disappointment. "But you go ahead and have a piece, you did make it after all." But now Sam didn't much feel like having pie either. Slowly he shook his head,
"That's alright Mr.Frodo, we can put it away for tomorrow's afternoon tea." Frodo nodded.
" I'm feeling a little weary Sam, I think I'm going to go write for a little while in my study." Sam gave a slight smile. He didn't like these sudden mood swings.
"Alright Mr. Frodo, I'll just set to cleaning up a bit then. " Frodo nodded and walked off towards his study.
Once Frodo was a good distance away Sam let his frown show. Frodo had been spending hours upon hours in that study. Sometimes he would retire there in the morning and Sam would not see him till he was on his way out. It wasn't healthy; a hobbit needed some good sunshine and fresh air. Sighing Sam walked over to the now abandoned table. Their tea they had started was now cold. Shaking his head at the waste Sam brought the cups to the sink and poured out the tea. He then set to washing the dishes, there wasn't really much to wash Sam had to admit, a few cups and a couple plates. Walking into the living room, Sam set about to starting a fire, which soon had the room a nice toasty warm. Not really having much to do as the rain still fell heavily outside Sam sat in one the comfy chairs. Feeling comfy and warm Sam soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
It was many hours later that Sam awoke with a jerk. The soft blanket he'd been wrapped in fell to the ground at his movement. Wait...blanket? He mind questioned. He hadn't had any blanket. Nor were there any near him at the time when he fell asleep. Looking to the now dead fire Sam figured it must be close to midnight. Frodo must have wrapped the blanket around him when he was finished in his study. Why hadn't he just woken me up? Sam wondered. Standing he picked up the fallen blanket, folded it neatly and placed it on the back of the chair he'd been asleep in. Walking over to the mantle piece Sam grabbed a candle and lit it. Might as well have some light while he was walking around Bag End in the middle of the night. First he sauntered over to the door of Frodo's study. He almost always kept it shut so Sam just wanted to make sure Frodo wasn't still busily writing or what not. He door opened with a small creak as Sam held up the candle to the darkness. Well he wasn't there, that was good. On more than one occasion Sam had found Frodo fast asleep on top of a pile of papers.
Closing the door again Sam started to make his way down the hall to the guest room he was currently staying in. As he approached his room he couldn't help but stop at Frodo's door. It was right across from his own, so it wasn't much of a feat. Sam silently played with the idea of checking on Frodo. It wouldn't hurt would it? Making up his mind Sam opened the door just a crack at first. A small bit of light flowed in the mostly dark room. Opening the door the rest of the way Sam stepped inside.
The rain it seemed had stopped and a flood on moonlight cascaded around the room. Sam let his eyes fallow the light along the wall until it landing on a sleeping figure. Sam felt his breath catch in his throat. The silver light fell upon Frodo making him appear to glow. Sam didn't realize he was moving towards the sleeping figure until h saw the flicker of candlelight run across the bed. Silently Sam looked around for somewhere to put the candle and finally settled with the bedside table. Putting the candle down Sam noticed that this now brought him right next too Frodo who now had bits of golden light dancing in his curls. Sam couldn't understand what was wrong with him; he'd seen Frodo sleep dozens of times. Why was it now he felt as though he were a child who was afraid of getting caught for picking a flower from his Gaffers garden? But try as he might Sam just couldn't tear his eyes from Frodo's sleeping form. Almost without his consent Sam found his fingers lightly brushing a curl away from Frodo's eyes. In his sleep Frodo seemed so innocent, though innocent he was far from. It wasn't fair all the things that had happened to him. Sam's fingers brushed the stump where Frodo's finger used to be. He eyes then traveled back to the sleeping face. Being as gentle as possible Sam reached for the blankets and wrapped them tighter around Frodo's lean frame. Looking up Sam found his lips dangerously close to Frodo's pale ones. Fallowing an unknown urge Sam leaned in far enough so his lips were mere centimeters from Frodo's. He could feel Frodo's breath mingling with his own, a tingling sensation sent shivers down his back. He wanted so much just to...Sam stood and backed away. What was he doing? Sam felt a rush of panic replace another rush he had but moments ago. Without looking back he left the room and closed the door. Entering his own room Sam sunk into the sheets. His clothes still on but not caring he fell into a troubled sleep.
Ok There the first chapter. Little short but let me know what you think! Review review!
