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Ch 15

It was early July when Sam and I finally decided to get married. The dress was finished and we were finally ready to make this commitment to each other. As I slipped my wedding dress over my body, I almost began to cry. I never imagined I'd be wearing a wedding dress again, especially after Frodo's death, but I was confident that Sam was the only person in Middle-Earth that I wanted to be with.

The ceremony was beautiful. The entire village of Hobbiton had shown up for this special event and Sam looked so handsome standing beside of me. I had dressed my son in his best clothes and he looked so sweet sitting on Diamond's lap as he watched what he thought was his father and I marry one another. When Sam and I shared our first kiss as husband and wife, it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Before Frodo had died, he told me to find someone who was going to take good care of me and I believe if he could see Sam and I together, he would be very happy with my decision.

After the ceremony took place, Sam and I spent the evening socializing with the other hobbits and I finally had my chance to show Frodo to the others. They all immediately fell in love with him and he spent most of the night blushing in someone else's arms.

"He looks just like Frodo," Violet Hornblower said.

"Yes, he reminds me more and more of him every day."

"I can remember when both Frodo and I were younger, I used to really like him. Don't take this wrong, but I always wanted to marry him one day. He was the nice cute little hobbit next door that everyone wanted to take home to meet their mothers. My mother always said that Frodo Baggins could melt a lass's heart with just one look from his eyes."

"Yes, I believe your mother was right," I answered.

"Your little boy will be the same one day. He definitely inherited Frodo's eyes."

"Yes, and I'm glad of that. I think Frodo would have been very proud."

"I know he would have," she replied.

"I still miss him. He was a wonderful husband and it broke my heart when he died. But now I have his son to remind me of him, and I have Sam, who has been so wonderful to both of us these past few years."

"You might not believe this, but I miss him too. Frodo and I used to spend a lot of time together before he went off with that wizard and went to Mordor I heard. Did he fight in the war, or is that only an old tale?"

"How did you know about the war?"

"When he left so suddenly, I began to wonder about him and began asking around to see if anyone had heard anything about him. Some said he was just mad (crazy) and went off in search of adventures like old Mr. Bilbo. But there were a few who said he had something that belonged to a dark lord named Sauron that needed to be taken care of for the good of Middle-Earth. I don't know if you know anything about this or not, but I was concerned until he came back seemingly unharmed. I don't know if I'll make you uncomfortable by saying this, but if he hadn't have come back with a wife, I wanted to marry him. He even said something about marriage only days before he left, but that's all in the past now. When Frodo did come back, he and I had dinner together one night and discussed everything."

"You had dinner together?"

"Oh it was nothing like that. He just wanted to officially break off the relationship. He said he didn't want to end it by suddenly coming home married, to an elf what's more! He said that he felt bad about running off and getting married as he did. I asked him where he had gone and he told me a little bit about his adventures. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."

"Oh no, not at all," I lied.

"Oh, I have to run. My husband wants a dance! It was nice talking to you. I hope you and Sam will be very happy!"

So that was the real reason! That was why Frodo had wanted me to go to the Undying Lands instead of stay and wait for him. He knew he was falling in love with me and wanted to make it easier on himself by having me leave Middle-Earth. If I left for the Undying Lands, Frodo would have married Violet and might have been happier than he had been with me. Maybe he really didn't love me after all. Tears came to the back of my eyes as I looked at my son drifting off to sleep in my arms.

When the festivities were over, I reluctantly handed Frodo, who was now unfortunately wide awake, over to Diamond and Pippin as he would be staying with them tonight. It was going to be his first night away from home and I was very nervous about it, but Sam and I wanted this night to ourselves.

As we were making our way back to Bag End, Sam and I discussed the events of the day and then he brought up something I never thought he would.

"Miss Berythna, I want to ask you somethin'."

"Sam, I am your wife now. You do not have to call me 'Miss' Berythna anymore. It sounds like we're strangers."

"Berythna, do you want to be together tonight? In the bedroom that is."

"Of course, Sam. Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't rightly know, but I thought I should ask."

"Sam, I love you and I want to be with you in every sense."

"All right then. Well, here we are."

Sam opened the door for me and I silently glided past him. I was a little nervous about tonight and I know he was too. I announced to Sam that I was going to go get ready for bed and then slipped away into the wash room. I then did something I had wanted to do ever since I had had that conversation with Violet Hornblower. I broke down on the wash room floor and sobbed. Unfortunately, Sam must have heard me because before long, I heard a frantic knock on the wash room door and then felt two arms around my waist, picking me up off of the floor.

"Berythna, what is it? Did I do something? I've done something wrong, haven't I."

"Of course not, Sam," I answered. "It's nothing really. I'm so sorry."

"My dear, please tell me what's wrong. I'm your husband now and I want to take care of you. If somethin' is bothering you, I want you to tell me straight away."

"It's just something someone said at the wedding. I met one of Frodo's old friends and it sounded like they were going to get married if he hadn't had gone away to Mordor. Frodo wanted me to go to the Undying Lands because he loved me too much for me to stay here to face a war, or so he said. What if he wanted me to leave Middle-Earth so he wouldn't have to make a decision between me and her?"

"It was Violet wasn't it."

I looked up at him in surprise.

"How did you know?"

"Mr. Frodo told me about Violet." Here, Sam laughed a little and looked into my eyes with a smile on his face. "Actually, Mr. Frodo said she wasn't what he was looking for when it came to getting married. He was so happy when he found you, and he was concerned about you. That's why he wanted you to leave Middle-Earth; for your own good. I remember what he told me once in Lothlorien. 'Sam,' he says, 'I hope we survive this war and get back to the Shire, but I'm not looking forward to facing that Violet Hornblower.' You see, Berythna, he really did love you. He was so happy when he saw you again in Gondor."

"I'm so sorry, Sam. It's our wedding night and I shouldn't be bringing up the past, especially about Frodo."

"It's all right. I loved him too, only not as you did. You look so tired. Maybe we should go to sleep instead of staying up all night and…well…" He began blushing and hastily turned away from me.

"Sam," I whispered as I tried my tears. "Let's go to bed. I really do want to make love tonight. Could you help me with my gown?"

I turned around and he began unbuttoning the back of my gown and when it slid to the floor, he asked in a quivering voice, "Do you need anymore help?"

"No. Thank you, dear."

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom."

I removed my undergarments and slipped on a robe. As I made my way toward the bedroom, I heard a heavy sigh coming from the kitchen and found my husband sitting at the table with his head in his hands. I gently walked over to him and laid my hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"If Mr. Frodo was alive, I don't think he'd want me to be with you tonight. I don't think he would approve, if you take my meaning."

I laughed and replied, "Sam, if Frodo was still alive, I know that he wouldn't approve of us being together tonight!"

"Oh no, Berythna. That's not what I mean."

"I know what you mean, dear. I know that if Frodo could see us now that he would definitely approve of us being together, in every way. Before Frodo died, he told me that he wanted me to find someone that would look after me. You've done that, Sam. You've done so much more than that."

Sam and Berythna are going to go to bed now…If this offends you, don't read on. You have been warned!

With that said, I helped him up and we made our way to the bedroom. When we had closed the door, I gently slid my robe to the floor.

"Oh Berythna, you are so beautiful," Sam whispered as he gazed at me.

He began removing his clothing as I went around to the other side of the bed and gently lay down. Sam soon joined me under the sheets and I gently began kissing him. Our kisses grew from soft gentle ones to passionate kisses and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he opened his mouth and his tongue escaped into mine. I thought that I would have to make the first move regarding this, and it surprised me when he did. I eagerly responded and I heard him moan faintly.

Suddenly, we broke apart, but he continued to kiss me down my neck and onto my chest, giving me special attention where I needed it most. He then moved down to my stomach and his kisses were so light and so sweet. When he moved between my legs, I cried out in pleasure as his tongue darted inside of me. I thought I would be the one making bold moves such as this and it surprised me when it came from Sam. For several minutes he continued exploring with his hands and his lips, but then he gently came back up to face me and whispered, "Are you ready? Are you sure you want me?"

"I'm sure I want you, Sam. Just not quite yet. Let me return the favor."

I turned him over onto his back and began by kissing his lips. I then did as he had done and moved down to his chest and stomach, but then gave most of my attention to the place where he needed it the most. I lightly began to kiss him and explore the area with my fingertips. I then covered him with my lips and he cried out passionately. After gently exploring him with my lips, I suddenly stopped and slowly climbed on top of him.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked.

He nodded and I slowly slid myself over him. He responded by thrusting back inside of me and we began. I had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have someone you loved inside of you. We started slowly, almost too slowly, and then began to build to the utmost pleasure. He began to thrust harder and faster and then suddenly, I felt him burst inside of me as pleasure swept over me as well.

As I laid down on his chest he whispered, "That was incredible. I love you so much, my dear."

"Sam," I answered and then looked up at him and kissed him softly. "You were amazing and I love you too."

I curled up in his arms and fell asleep.