Thank you to my five reviewers! I'm very glad you like the story so far! And I agree Frodo & Sam are soo CUTE! LOL they are my favorite pairing, this is my first Frodo/Sam fic, I've read tons and finally came up with an idea for one of my own! Anyways! Babble babble, on with the story you say!

(Btw I don't know why this chapter vanished for a bit there, but here it is.)


As usual Sam woke just as dawn was approaching, still many hours before Frodo would make an appearance from his bedroom. If it was a particularly lazy day Sam would have to go in and throw the curtains open to wake him up before he missed elevensies again. Sam moved from one chore to another, there wasn't all that much to do, but Sam liked to make the Smial look spotless before Frodo awoke. He always wanted to make sure Frodo felt comfortable, after all the discomfort he'd been through he deserved it.

Sam made himself busy, making second breakfast, enough for two just incase Frodo awoke. Then when he didn't Sam put the food away in the pantry for later and went to work in the garden for a little while. Looking up at the sun Sam realized that it must be reaching close to elevensies and Frodo still was not up. Sighing Sam stood and walked over to the tool shed and washed his hands in a bucket of cool water. He looked around the garden at his work, it was true the rain had done the plants and flowers good, but some of those poor things needed to be trimmed back and re-planted due to over-watering. Wiping his arm across his forehead Sam walked around the garden to the front door of Bag End. Once inside Sam set about to getting a kettle boiling for tea, and set out a few things he knew Frodo might like for elevensies. Clearly pleased with himself Sam walked down the hall of Bag End towards Frodo's room. Coming to a halt outside it Sam felt surge of dread at opening the door. He had all but forgotten about his…well his…he didn't honestly know what to call it. All he knew was that Frodo wouldn't be too happy about it if he knew, how could he? His friend and male gardener almost kissing him! What could he have been thinking? Sam sighed and shook his head. Best not to think on it, Frodo didn't know, and it was best all around if he just forgot it ever happened.

Making up his mind Sam knocked lightly on the door,

"Mr.Frodo?" he waited but there was no response.

Sam opened the door and walked in. Frodo was half-covered by the blankets, it appeared that they'd been kicked around during the night. The first four buttons on his nightshirt was open and Sam watched in wonder as his chest rose and fell. His eyes fallowed the revealed skin until he noticed that the jagged scar on his shoulder was also partially revealed. Sam cautiously walked towards Frodo to get a better look. The scar it seemed to him at least looked almost as bad as it had a year ago when it was first made. A worried expression crossed Sam's face as he heard a moan of pain escape Frodo's lips. Sam glanced over to see Frodo's face scrunched up in some sort of pain, a sheen sweat was glistening on his skin and Sam wondered how he'd missed it. Frodo's eyes moved rapidly behind their shelters. Another sound escaped Frodo's lips and Sam stood there unsure of what to do. Wake him up! His mind screamed at him. Sam gently sat on the edge of the bed and lifted a hand to Frodo's face, laying his hand on the smooth skin Sam called out to him.

"Frodo…Mr.Frodo wake up," Frodo leaned into Sam's touch but did not wake. Sam swallowed; he seemed dreadfully cold.

" Mr.Frodo it's your Sam, you're dreaming…" Frodo made another pained sound. Well Sam had had enough of that… Bounding from the bed Sam went over and drew open the curtains. Then walking back over to Frodo Sam sat on the bed once more and took Frodo's hand, which he noticed was trying to grip at nothing around his neck. Sam leaned over Frodo and shook him lightly.

"Frodo!" he called out again. Sam shook him once more and Frodo gave an anguished cry and bolted up right into Sam's arms. Sam gasped but wrapped his arms tightly around Frodo's form. Frodo sobbed into his shoulder, and Sam had to suppress his own tears at the sound. " Shhh, It's alright Frodo, it was just a dream…" Frodo seemed to come back to himself a little and lifted his head.

"Sam?" he questioned as if he weren't sure it was really him.

"Yes it's your Sam I'm right here Mr.Frodo." Frodo moved away from Sam's embrace.

"I'm sorry, I…" but Sam shook his head.

" Don't be silly now Mr.Frodo, you know I'm here for you…" Frodo locked eyes with Sam and smiled.

"I know, Thank you Sam" he said.

And then quite unexpected to Sam Frodo moved forward and embraced him once more.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he said into Sam's shoulder.

Sam smiled at this, "Well you don't need to worry about that Mr.Frodo, I'm not going anywhere…" Frodo said nothing and held on tighter.

Sam sighed and breathed in Frodo's scent, it felt so right being in Frodo's arms… Sam caught himself, what was he thinking now?

"I have some tea going, and I'm about to start elevensies if you'd like to get up?" Frodo pulled away and nodded.

"Yes thank you Sam, that sounds wonderful," Sam smiled and got up from the bed.

"Pancakes okay?" he asked. Frodo smiled and nodded again.

"Yes Sam, delicious." Sam nodded and left Frodo to his privacy to dress.

Sam hurriedly set the table, the water had to be boiled once more because it had gone cool sitting out. Frodo came out just as Sam was pouring the new boiled water onto the tea leafs.

"Here we are Mr.Frodo, tea's all ready." Frodo smiled and sat down; pouring himself a cup of tea. Sam went back to check on the pancakes which as it were, were ready.

"How many would you like Mr.Frodo?" he asked.

"Whatever you thinks best Sam," Frodo replied. Sam smiled; he'd thought he'd say that. Piling a large amount on both their plates Sam sat down across from Frodo. They ate in silence mostly, talking little bits about Sam's family and Frodo's home.

"Oi! Mr.Frodo! I just realized it's almost your birthday! Well isn't that a happy thought? Have you been thinking about a party?" Frodo seemed taken aback. Apparently he'd forgotten it was almost his birthday as well. Infact if Sam's calculations were right it was in a mere three weeks. Well if they were going to have a party they'd better get planning.

"Honestly Sam I hadn't realized it was so close. Three weeks I believe."

Sam smiled. "Well how about it Mr.Frodo? Would you like a party? We could keep it small; just invite close family and friends…oh! Do you think it'd be too late to invite the rest of the Fellowship? I'd love it dearly if we could see them all again. Should it be indoors or outdoors…the party tree's not there anymore but there's a lovely sapling growing where it used to be. I'm sure Merry and Pippin have already got their own ideas for your birthday I wouldn't be surprised if they were already on their way here… "

Sam stopped talking when he noticed Frodo was grinning like a mad man, he was watching him with the most admiring look in his eyes. Sam smiled and looked down at his hands.

"Now what's got you smiling like that? I did get a little carried away didn't I?"

Frodo just smiled more and shook his head.

"No my dear Sam, It just amazes me how much you've thought about in the last few minutes. And here it's my birthday and I've not given a thought to it." Sam smiled feeling a little awkward but then found himself laughing a little too. There were a few silent minutes where the two just sat there and smiled at one another. Sam feeling his cheeks heat up finally decided to break the silence.

"So what do you want to do then Mr.Frodo?" he asked.

Frodo thought about it for a moment before responding.

"I think I'd rather just have a quiet dinner with you," Sam opened his mouth to say something but just ended up gaping at Frodo instead. "And Merry and Pippin of course. Just the four of us would be lovely," he added. Sam grinned and looked away his cheeks blushing from the previous statement. Silently Sam cursed himself, what did he think Frodo meant by that? He shouldn't let his mind wonder so.

"Of course, if that's what you want then that's what it'll be!" Sam said. His mind was already working on how he could make it the best dinner Frodo ever had.

The day went by relativity uneventful, Frodo lazed by the fire reading for the most part. Sam worked in the garden until it got too dark to do so. Having realized that more gardening was impossible that day Sam put his tools away in the shed and entered Bag End. A cozy fire was lit in the sitting room but as Sam approached he saw that no hobbit currently occupied the room. Turning to the kitchen slightly confused Sam got himself a nice cool drink of much needed water. Walking back into the sitting room Sam saw a book lay unceremoniously on the chair nearest the fire. Lifting the book Sam saw the red book had no title but an intricate design decorated the front. Sam studied the cover some more and he wondered suddenly if this was a person book of Frodo's, something he would not care to have Sam ogling. As Sam's thoughts strayed to the possibility of opening it for a look, a strong clearing of a throat caused him to jump, drop the book and spin around to where the voice had come from.

Frodo stood in the entrance of the sitting room, his hair tousled and an unopened bottle of crimson wine in his clutches. In the other hand Sam saw were two fine wine glasses.

"Evening Sam," he said and walked forward placing the bottle if wine and two glasses on the table. Bending down he picked up the fallen red book and held it to himself.

"It you must know this is Bilbos' book he finished." He opened the front cover to reveal the words, 'There and Back Again A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins'

"Ah I see, you've been reading it then?" Sam asked interested.

Frodo hesitated for a moment, seeming to be thinking about his answer.

"Well…yes and no. See I've decided I want to write down my own tale. About the Fellowship and the Ring…I've been working on it for a few months now. I've not got very far yet."

Sam nodded now very interested but also curious at why Frodo had not mentioned it to him. Frodo smiled and put the book down on the table.

"Could you…I mean could we read a little bit? Of what you have so far?" Sam asked. Frodo eyes widened at this,

"Umm…I'd rather if we waited. Till I have more down and all, if you don't mind Sam?"

Sam nodded a little disappointed.

"Well Sam I see you've finished gardening, I swear I'm getting quite jealous of that garden, it's getting to see far more of you then I do!"

Sam looked up at Frodo worriedly. He had been spending too much time gardening and not enough with Frodo! His mind began to panic, he was a horrible friend. Sam quickly set about to apologizing feeling the guilt wash over him.

"I'm so sorry Mr.Frodo! I didn't realize…what a fool is what I am…I'm a horrible hobbit…" Frodo's face of mirth suddenly changed to sympathy and guilt of his own,

"Oh Sam, do be quiet. I was teasing honestly, you're a wonderful friend and I won't here you say anything different!" Frodo placed a hand on Sam shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. Sam smiled and placed his own hand on top of Frodo's; he moved his thumb subconsciously stroking Frodo's soft skin with his own rough finger. Sam felt his cheeks begin to burn once more at their close proximity. Frodo's skin touching his own sent shivers down his back to places no other had. What was wrong with him? Breaking their eye contact Sam removed his hand and backed away a little. The movement seemed to bring Frodo out of whatever place he had gone,

"Silly me I brought out some wine Sam, come sit with me and a glass or two." Sam sat in the chair the book had previously occupied and set to pouring them both a sturdy glass.

It was some time later that their idol conversations turned more interesting and quite embarrassing, at least for Sam.

"Now honestly Samwise!" Frodo said standing but not succeeding much. He tumbled back onto the couch he was occupying. "What is going on with you and lovvvely miss Rosie? You've seen her a few times these last months havvven't yyou?"

Sam blushed a deeper crimson than he already was. They'd finished their first bottle of wine and were two glasses into the second.

"N...nothing Mr.Frodo, I barely talk with her…and when I do…well I'm not sure she understands what we went through, or if she really wants to."

Frodo nodded listening intently. Sam felt mighty embarrassed talking about his relationship with Rosie, or lack there of. Especially to Frodo, of course he could talk to Frodo about anything but for some reason it always felt as though he were lying somehow when speaking of Rosie. Frodo stared at him for a moment before jumping to his feet quite unexpectedly and strolling over to where Sam was seated.

"Okay up you come Samwise, I'm going to teach you to dance!" Frodo announced.

Sam looked up at him and felt like bursting into laughter at the look of determination on Frodo's face.

" Now Mr.Frodo I think you've had too much wine," he commented at Frodos' randomness. Frodos' eyes sparkled at the challenge,

"As have you! Now up!"

Sam started to come up with another protest but suddenly found that impossible when Frodo's hands appeared in his own and he was given a good hardy tug upwards. Of course Frodo couldn't pull Sam up if there were two of him but Sam found himself raise anyway at the small tug.

"Now If I remember correctly you were not doing too well at Bilbo's party last year!"

Sam gave his best hurt expression, but he knew it was true. Sam's head was spinning quite a bit from standing and he wasn't sure how long dancing would last between the two of them.

"Now I'll lead first," Frodo said placing his hand around Sam's waist and the other in clasped together with one of Sams' raised in the air.

"Mr.Frodo I dunno if…" but Frodo ignored him.

"Alright here we go," Frodo said and Sam felt himself fallowing Frodo to some unknown tune around the room.

Sam felt himself spinning both physically and mentally, he was sure they would topple over at any minute. Sam could feel Frodo's breath and hear his laughter as they spun around. He had to admit this was fun. A thought occurred to Sam and he decided he was tired of being leaded around. Without bringing them to a stop Sam shifted his hands and spun Frodo n the opposite direction. Frodo gasped with surprise but seemed happy to let Sam take the lead.

"My Sam you do catch on fast," Sam smiled to himself; he'd been keeping a few tricks up his sleeve. He leaned in so he could whisper into Frodo's ear,

"Oh yeah? Watch this," Sam remembered a move his sister Daisy had taught him. Sam spun around and lowered Frodo easily into a dip. Frodo gasped once again as Sam slowly raised him once more. Frodo's eyes made contact with Sam's and everything seemed to slow, Sam felt an extreme tension at the gaze Frodo was giving him, something burned there that Sam had never seen before. Sam's arms were still wrapped strongly around Frodo's waist; they now both stood facing eachother. Sam swallowed; they were so close…

"Frodo…" Sam heard himself breath out. Hesitantly Frodo raised his right hand and brushed it across Sam's brow and let it linger it's way down his cheek and across his jaw…These small touches were like fire to Sam who's hazy mind was at a lost for what to do. Frodo's hand dropped and in a swift movement he backed out of Sam's embrace breaking the spell. Both were silent struggling with surging emotions.

"I…" Frodo said almost whispering. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. "I'm feeling tired…I'm going to go to sleep. You can use the guest room again if you like…" Sam shook himself out of his daze.

"Yes…me too, thank you." Frodo smiled,

"Goodnight Sam," he said and turned around to walk out of the room.

"Goodnight Frodo," Sam replied. He saw Frodo pause for a moment before continuing down the hall.

Sam walked over to the table and corked what was left of the wine. He' just leave it there till the morning. Trying to think clearly was extremely hard at the moment he found, but he wasn't sure it was entirely because of the wine. What had just happened back there? They had been dancing and then…there was this pull…had Frodo felt it as well? Sam sighed and shook his head. Perhaps he was just very drunk and didn't know what he was talking about. Yes that had to be it. Feeling somewhat better about it Sam made his way to the bedroom across from Frodos' and settled in for an immediate deep sleep.


That's it for this chapter! I dunno if it's any good what do u guys think? Review review! LOL