Thoughts of Samwise

Hello! (waves) (looks around) (whispers) I'm in math class right now. Gotta be careful. Can't get caught not doing math…. "MS. WALLIN!(that's me!)" "uh…yes?" "are you doing math?" "uh….(has no math book open or notebook out)….yes?(scrambles to open math book)" "alright. Get some work done, then." Whew! That was close! Ok, I'd better write fast, maybe into next period too! Just so you know, I have my basic thoughts for a chapter, then I just write. I really only know what I want to accomplish, and meet that goal. Which I hope I did. I have to say, in reading over this chapter, I didn't exactly have the way with words I would've liked to have for the first….le'see….2 of 4 pages, but near the end I got a better grip on how I should word it. Though, that's only what I think. You guys could see something totally different! yersh….well…..like I said, I dun like how I worded the first part, but the second part is better! And…..Samhain Feis….thank you SO MUCH for reviewing and sticking with me after my long absence! I really appreciate it!

……….you what I just realized? Throughout this whole fic, not ONCE I have said a disclaimer! crap…..well, just because I didn't say it doesn't mean I think I own Lord of the Rings and its characters…..but I'd better say it anyways, ne?......nah. I'll get my math teach to say it. (pulls math teach over)

math teach: "Ms. Wallin does not own the Lord of the Rings, nor will she ever. She will DO HER MATH(kat throws something at him)-ow. I'm going hunting – I mean- I need to get some fresh air. Jodie(not me, nor someone I know…just…someone in the class…about all I know is her name…) you're in charge." Riiight. Fresh air… anyways, onward! Oh yeah: FLASHBACK END FLASHBACK…you'll need to know that.

Indeed, Samwise was having trouble concentrating on his work. A certain blue-eyed hobbit was on his mind and wouldn't let him be. He wasn't as stupid as most folk thought. He also knew what those folk were saying about him and Frodo. But he didn't care. He loved his Mr. Frodo…but what he knew they were saying kept nagging him: he knew they were saying that it wasn't right. Not necessarily because they were both male, but because of their work relationship. Master and servant. Yes, he did tend the gardens at BagEnd, and he wasn't as well-to-do as Frodo, but that didn't male it a total master/servant relationship. Besides, they were friends, and were friends before he learned to garden for BagEnd. They didn't consider it in a "services" kind of way. They had fallen in love, all other doubts thrown out the window. They didn't care what other folk thought, not for a second!...though, they did talk about how they were wrong, sometimes…how it didn't matter gender, relationship, race…they loved each other, no matter what.

Sam chuckled a bit as he remembered when he first told his gaffer. He'd never been more petrified in his life.

FLASHBACK

he was scared. No, petrified. So petrified that he couldn't stand to have Frodo there to see him like this, even though he could've used the support. What if he was against these kinds of relationships? As he arrived, he prepared himself to state defiantly that he loved Frodo, and that he did. He was surprised by his gaffer's response: "as long as your Mr. Frodo doesn't keep you from your duties in the garden. And don't you be gettin caught by ol' Mr. Bilbo, neither." Sam had never been more shocked and overjoyed at one time. He gave a quick but meek "thank you, sir." To his gaffer before running as fast as his hobbit legs would carry him back to BagEnd to tell Frodo the good news. He burst through the door yelling "Frodo! FRODO!" and Frodo came running to see what all the fuss was about. Sam grabbed him and kissed him hard. He let him go, and Frodo looked at him dazedly. "why Sam, what's got you in such a mood?" "I talked to my gaffer, and he says it's alright." Sam held Frodo in an intimate hug. "oh, Frodo…he doesn't mind. I can finally relax…" Frodo sighed happily and held Sam to him. They stood there for what felt like forever, before Sam pulled away and said "Perhaps I should go home, Mr. Frodo. Before you get me in the mood -" "oh, Sam, please stay a little longer?" "Frodo…." "oh, alright. But give me a kiss goodnight, will you?" Sam dipped Frodo down and kissed him for all he was worth. He let him go, short of breath, and went out the door. Frodo stumbled to the door and leaned against the frame. "Samwise…you can't do that to me." Sam turned and winked at him. "All the more to look forward to in the morning." Frodo laughed. "I'll just have to turn in early, then." Sam laughed. "goodnight, Mr. Frodo." "goodnight, Sam. Love you." Sam turned again and smiled brightly. "love you too, Fro." And then he turned and headed home.

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as he was walking home tonight, he realized his gaffer gave no explanation as to why he didn't mind. He looked up he saw he was home. As he went in and headed for his room, his gaffer called to him. "join me for a smoke." So he did. They sat and smoked in silence for a while, before his gaffer said "you know, I never did tell you why I didn't mind about you and Mr. Frodo." Sam snorted remembering the thoughts he had earlier. "I suppose you've been wondering.." Sam waited for him to continue. "well, let's just say male preferences run in the family." Sam's eyes widened and he quickly looked at him. His gaffer had a distant and sad look in his eye. he felt sad for him suddenly. Sam decided not to ask, and excused himself. He hoped his relationship with Frodo wouldn't end tragically.

Sam laid on his back on his bed. Frodo. He smiled. Those blue eyes, that curly dark hair…that slim body..much too slim for a hobbit, but more elvish…he loved him no matter what he looked like, but the body he did have…Sam smirked. Dirty thoughts. Dirty, dirty thoughts. Then his mind switched. Bilbo was planning on leaving soon. They didn't know when, but they had seen him looking at maps and the like, so they knew he was going somewhere far away. Soon….his Mr. Frodo would be alone. He frowned. No. Never alone. He'd always have his Sam. Frodo was independent by nature, but he needed his Sam to lean on every once in a while. And he would be there. Sam himself needed his Frodo to hold onto as well. He would follow wherever he went. He smiled and whispered to himself "he'll never be alone. I can't lose him. I don't mean to. Don't go where I can't follow, Frodo. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Their anniversary was coming soon. He grinned. He planned something special. Then he frowned again. As long as no one interrupted his plans. He hoped, distractions aside, Frodo remembered as well.

And there you have it! Here I am in History…. the most boring class I have…so of COURSE I had plenty of time to do it…anyways, R & R, onegai! it would be greatly appreciated!