Thank you for the nice comments Lady Arianne they made me feel great! Oh and for those who asked about romance, it will come in later I promise. Btw this isn't a slash story guys! I like slash as much as the next person, just not with LOTR, well maybe with Gollum and treebeard...
Chapter three
Frodo opened the round green door to his house and took a step inside. He looked at the round fire place and thought of Bilbo sitting in his rocking chair. He looked on at the many corridors leading to different rooms and thought of Bilbo running through them offering various foods whenever guests were invited over. His eyes moved to Bilbo's bedroom and a tear slid silently down his cheek. Another fell and then another. Sam saw this and placed a comforting hand on Frodo's shoulder. Frodo blinked and tried to wipe away his tears. Unfortunately more tears slid down his face and with the help of Sam he walked over to the rocking chair and he collapsed into it. Sam went into the kitchen and brewed two cups of tea for them. He went into the pantry and saw a few old supplies left on the shelves. He took the tea into the living room and gave Frodo the tea. Frodo sipped it gratefully. The two sat alone together in silence listening to a clock on the mantel piece. Thankfully Frodo had stopped crying and was staring into the fire that Sam had made. He sniffed thoughtfully and then spoke.
"Thank you Samwise, I really needed you to be here for me." Sam smiled at him. Sam looked out the window.
"I'm going to walk into the village and buy some groceries for this evening. Will you be alright alone?" Frodo smiled and nodded. "Right, I shan't be long." With that he got up and walked to the door. The evenings were getting chilly so he wrapped a cloak around him and walked out the door.
A good half hour later Sam called out "Mr Frodo can you let me in please? My arms are filled with groceries." Frodo walked to the door and let Sam in. Indeed Sam was right. He was laden with brown paper bags so much that you could not see his face.
"I thought you were only buying a few groceries. That's enough to feed an army Sam." Frodo exclaimed.
"You're forgetting Mr Frodo that Merry and Pippin are coming for dinner tonight so we will be feeding an army." They both laughed. "Right let's get to work then."
An hour later an inviting smell was wafting from the kitchen. Frodo had changed into his most comfortable outfit, a worn red waist coat and brown trousers. He had also donned a white shirt and brown breeches concealed beneath his waistcoat. He had lit a few candles in some of the rooms to give the house a cheerful glow. He had also wiped some cobwebs away to make Bag end more presentable. 15 minutes later the table was laid and there was a knock on the door. Frodo went to answer it. Merry and Pippin were grinning broadly and Frodo invited them in.
"We took Elanor home and Rosy gave us your bags you left Frodo." Pippin said.
"Aw thank you very much" Frodo replied gratefully. He pulled out his sky blue cloak and hung it on the wall hook. "Please go into the kitchen, Sam has made his famous boiled potatoes." Merry and pippin looked at each other gleefully and hurried into the kitchen. Sam had laid out the plates of fish stew and boiled potatoes. They sat down and had a small feast. The company was very good and they talked long into the night.
Then they retired to the living room and sat by the firelights glow. A short while later Sam walked over to the piano that was in the corner of the room. He ran his hands lightly over the keys and they made a small tinkle. He waited a moment, looked at his companions and then could not resist it any longer. He sat down and started to play the piano. He played a magical slow yet moving piece. The others stopped what they were doing and listened to the soulful music. Sam stopped and the others clapped.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was playing so loud." He blushed.
"Come Sam, play us a happy tune." Merry pleaded.
"Very well." Sam said. He started to play a much more cheerful tune that lightened the mood throughout all the corridors of Bag End. It was the first true bit of life the house had seen for a long time. Merry then walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a fiddle from a dusty shelf. He joined in the music and Pippin found it so cheerful that he jumped up and danced around the room. Frodo laughed at the merriment and clapped his hands with the music. Eventually Merry and Pippin departed until Sam and Frodo were left alone.
"Will you be ok on your own Mr Frodo?" Sam asked.
"Of course I will, I shall see you in the morning Samwise. I shall need your help around the house tomorrow if that is alright?" Frodo asked hopefully.
"Of course Mr Frodo. I shall be back on this here doorstep tomorrow at 9am sharp. As for Merry and Pippin," He paused "I suspect the will have a headache from all the ale they drank. Never mind, I shall be here without fail. Goodnight." He walked down the path. As he got to the gate he turned and waved to Frodo.
"Goodnight, Samwise the Brave." He said quietly and Sam disappeared into the night.