Dreams can be endless and they can be thoughtless
They have no space of time or want
Sam now fills my dreams
Rose petals lead me to him and then we laugh
Laughing because we can and because we're in love
But only in a dream
After dark, I heard a knock at my door. Even before I opened it I knew it was Sam. I could sense him. We smiled as I opened the door. We smiled as we drank our tea in the parlor. We smiled as I left my seat to occupy his lap. We smiled all the time. I was warm and happy in his arms. I knew I would be holding him soon, kissing his lips tenderly, playing with the curls of his hair.
And we did.
At night he would come to my bedroom window and tap lightly at the glass. Then I would climb out of the window as he waited to catch me. Laughing like two lovers should, we raced to the fields calling for the other to fallow. I would launch myself at Sam, and we'd fall to the ground laughing.
Other nights I would take him into the woods to watch the Elves leaving to the Grey Havens. Oh! How his eyes sparkled along with the lights of the Eldar. And sometimes we would just lie in my bed and look at the stars far off forming the Sickle.
Sam brought news to me that his family knew he had leaving his home at night to arrive early in the morning happy and tired. His sisters jested at him about seeing a secret lover, which in turn Sam told that he was! Now they only bothered him about who it could be. He would tell me of all the names his sisters said, and I would smile, knowing that I was his secret lover, not some Emerald or Petunia.
Many times did we have kissing parties under the stars. Each time is was more magical than the last. I brought strawberries to bed with me once, and from then on Sam demanded that I bring some sort of food every night.
At least thrice a week I would take Sam away from his work to odd nooks and crannies about the smail. We had never made love, but to be kissed and groped by Sam was close enough. Oddly enough, our favorite spot was the pantry. We could kiss and eat as we pleased, and there was an old towel for us to sit on. Living alone was wonderful, as we never had to be quiet, and there was no worry of intrusions.
I would hold him in my arms and tell him stories of the past or I would sing to him softly in Elven.
Age meant nothing to us. Time was only endless to us and we had all the time we needed.
I sold Bagend. And to the Sackvill-Bagginses noneoftheless! It appeared that Bilbo's old ring was the One Ring. I was to leave Hobbiton and go to Bree. Luckily, Gandalf chose Sam to accompany me.
That night at Crickhallow I found that my cousins Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took were coming as well. I really didn't want my youngest cousin, Pippin, to come as I was worried for his safety. We had already accoutered what I later knew was a Ringwraith. Shadows of Kings once alive, they served Sauron. Awful things, they were.
I lied in bed wide awake. I could not sleep. Tossing and turning I couldn't find a comfortable position. Finally, I left my bedroom with my cloak about me and went outside. The stars shined brightly at me in greeting. There was a bit of woods in the back of the house. I had never been in them, and this seemed to be the last chance to see them, and I might get tired.
Twigs and leaves crunched and crackled under my feet. As I went deeper in the wood the trees looked older and mean. Wind blew leaves into my face. I pulled my cloak tighter around my body. Choosing the tree of my choice, I sat down and leaned against it. I had hoped this walk would tire me, but it only made my senses even more awake.
I sat there for a long time. How long? I do not know, perhaps a half an hour or maybe two hours. Or maybe even three. I was about to drift to sleep when a blinding light shown. It swung back and forth. Round it was, and as I looked closer it was a pocket watch: a gold pocket watch. It was so quiet I could hear its ticking. A white hand held it. Something was wrong. It was no Wraith, but it had the spirit of one. I had no urge to put the Ring on like I had before. My eyes were transfixed on the watch. I fallowed its path: back and forth, back and forth.
I wanted the watch, and it wanted me. In the back of my head I was screaming 'no', but my feet carried me on. A smile was upon my face as the watch dropped into my hands. I opened it. Blood covered the glass. I looked into the face of its owner. I couldn't see a face, but I could see eyes. Silver they seemed and then they would change to yellow to orange. I gasped as I was pushed roughly against a tree. All I can remember is a gleam of teeth and pain. My head span as the pain became worse. How it happened, I don't know, but I managed to put the Ring on.
Whirls of winds and spins of grey were around me. The pain stopped briefly and the Ring was pulled off. I didn't want to die. Not just for me but for Sam and the protection of the Ring.
"I-I'm…the…Ringbearer…" I managed to say. Hopefully this person would know of what I spoke of. Laughter. I was laughed at. I looked at the eyes. The glowed with happiness of evil. I was thrown on the ground, and before I could think liquid was gushed into my mouth; all I could do was swallow. I recognized the taste as blood. Laughter rang in my head. My eyes rolled back and when I drifted into darkness I heard the Shadow speak.
"You will live, but you will get no help from me."
Someone shook me. Merry.
"Wake up, Frodo! We have to leave!"
I was in my bed in the house. Sighing, I nodded to Merry. I took off my clothes. It was just a dream. No watch. No blood. No eyes. But I felt different. I could see perfectly in my dark bedroom. I could hear what my cousins were saying across the house. In the mirror, my skin was lighter and my green eyes shown. Was I sick? I didn't feel sick. I felt my forehead and stuck out my tongue. The back of my neck wasn't hot.
"Sam!"
"What is it, Frodo?" Sam stood in the doorway. He had already packed the night before, and was still stuffing things in his bag.
"Do I look sick?"
"Frodo!" He looked over his shoulder, and held me close. His hands felt my face, neck and chest. Sam kissed me softly on the lips.
"You're so cold."
"Cold? I don't feel cold. I wonder what's wrong with me. "
"And you're so pale. We can't leave with you sick." He led me back to my bed and tucked me. "You stay there, alright? I'll go tell Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin. After that I'll get you a warm cup of tea. "I wasn't sick. I knew it. It was no use to argue.
Minutes later Merry and Pippin entered my room. Very sympathetic they were. I was ordered to drink my tea and to sleep. Sam watched me like a hawk while I drank the tea. He left the room with me up to my chin in blankets of all sorts. They didn't make me warm, only irritated. I threw the covers off; half of them fell in the floor. I shrugged and snuggled into my feather pillows. Something was under them. I lifted them up. The watch. The watch was under my pillows! When I opened it, a tune began, much like those in music boxes. A piece of parchment was stuck on the inside. It read:
You will need this surely, Mr. Ringbearer. We will meet again.
It had not been a dream. My coldness, my glowing eyes, I was the Shadow's spawn. I was not safe with my friends. I would hurt them. My mind was made up. I would sneak out of the house and go to Bree by myself.
"Frodo! What are you doing out of bed?" Pippin looked at me with concern.
"No time to explain. I mustn't be with you!"
I grabbed the doorknob. Pippin took my hand off of it. I hissed at him. Now I know what came over me, but then I was frightened like Pippin. He backed away slowly.
"Pippin…Don't…I-I did not mean it. Pippin!" He ran off, most likely to Meriadoc. This was my chance. I flung the door open and screamed. The sunlight hurt my eyes furiously and my skin felt as though it would melt. My blood was boiling and my insides were on fire. Screams were in my mind, all pleading for the light to go. Instinctively, my hands clawed at my eyes, trying to protect them. I managed to crawl into a shadow in the hallway. It all stopped immediately, and I was cool again. Sam was a few feet away.
"Sam!" He held me in his arms and kissed me, shushing to me like one would do to a crying babe. Merry stood in the light, pondering what happened. I was suddenly tired, and a need to hide overcame me. I nuzzled Sam's neck, not caring what others saw. His body warmed me, his heart beating fast, pulsating with mine. I loved hearing his heart; so quick and silent but loud at the same time. "Warm," I remember murmuring. Sam picked me up.
"He's so light. Somethin' is horribly wrong."
"No wonder the light hurt, he's so pale," Merry said. "Probably burned his skin."
"It did, Merry!" Pippin cried. "See that red spot on his hand?"
"That's more than a spot, Mr. Pippin. Looks like a rash. "
"Well, whatever it is, the sun did it. Pippin, why was he leaving?"
"I do not know. He said that I didn't need to be near him. Th-then-"
"Then what, Pippin! We need to know."
"Nothing. He opened the door. He just opened the door." I could feel Pippin's fear of me. And I enjoyed it. I smiled to myself. No one would see with my face towards Sam's neck.
"Sam, take him back to his room. I'll go and see of what medicines we have."
I was held tightly to Sam's chest. It was like I was floating, quietly floating in Sam's arms. He motioned to lay me on the bed, but I clang to him.
"No!"
"Ssshhh…It's alright Frodo. I just need to undress you." I whimpered. My pack was removed, along with my shirt and cloak. I laughed when he unbuttoned my trousers.
"Haven't done that in a while," I said sleepily. He smiled. Sam kissed my cheek and slid the nightshirt over my head. I was made to lie down and the thousands of covers were thrown back on.
"The covers do not keep me warm."
"Then what does, Frodo?"
"You. Lay here with me, please." Once again I could hear Sam's heart beat with mine. So warm I was. I never wanted it to end. Never.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Merry. I did not want Merry, I wanted Sam. 'Go away' I secretly chanted. Go away.
"Mr. Merry, he wanted me to lie here with 'im."
"No. We need help unloading the ponies that were set for today. I do not care if you bed with Frodo, but we need the assistance." He motioned for Sam to come.
Sam is sadden, this I can feel. He sighed. "Alright." I wrapped my arms tighter around him.
"Frodo, I'll be back in a minute," he said in a soft voice.
"No…" He is mine. Forever mine. " I want you to stay." I wanted the warmth to settle my cool body. I wanted Sam. The beating of his heart calmed and excited me at the same time. I was hungry and being around him made it worst. But I did not want regular food. I didn't know what I wanted.
Merry smiled kindly. He still thought I was sick. Probably thought I was delirious, too. Sam was allowed to stay with me. I know I acted like a child, but it did not matter then.
Sam held me in his arms. It was wonderful. I kissed him on the lips. He smiled. We kissed soft and then harder. I explored his mouth like I had done countless times before, and it was still magical in a way. Sam pushed me gently on my back. I had always enjoyed being submissive, but this time it was different. Something ran through my body. Something…odd. I took hold of his shoulders, and he was opposite.
"Frodo…" I had pushed him harder than I meant to. Kissing him in apology, I had an urge to touch his neck. So I did. Blood was on my tongue. I had cut him. With my teeth? That was impossible at the time. I couldn't have. Sam's hand flashed to his cut.
"Frodo, I'm bleedin'!"
" I know…I did it. I'm sorry, Sam. Do you want me to kiss it better?" I asked with a grin. He nodded. I kissed his nose all the way to his neck. Sam giggled. It was something we had done when either of us a bruise or a mark had. I tickled him, making him squirm.
"Now I will make you better!" The more I kissed the cut the more I did it. The blood was on my lips, on my teeth, on my tongue. Soon I began suckling the mark unconsciously.
"Frodo!" He pushed me away from him. Blood covered my lips like what lasses wore to beautify themselves. I licked my lips.
"Frodo, what in Eru's name were you doin'" He took out a handkerchief and dabbed at his minor wound.
"I do not know. I am sorry. " I was less hungry, and I wanted more. "Just sleep with me Sam, please." We cuddled, and I made sure not to look at his neck.