Rating: NC17
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: Frodo and all recognisable characters are the property of the Estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No offence is intended, nor profit made.
Summary: Sam comforts Frodo in Mordor
Warnings: AU, angst, h/c
Author’s Notes: Words in italics are from the song “Like An Angel Passing Through My Room” by ABBA
‘How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand…there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold. Everyone has moved on. Everyone has begun to live their lives again without giving a second moment’s thought to the quest. Even Sam, my beloved Sam, seems to have put the past behind him. But I…I can’t.’
I walk into the kitchen with a cold cup of tea that Sam had made for me hours ago and I stare out the window. The sun is beginning to rise; it’s another night that I’ve been unable to sleep. When will it ever end?
I take a sip of the tea. It’s one of my favorites. It’s chamomile with a little bit of lemon.
“This will help relax you and help you fall asleep sir if you follow me,” Sam had said to me last night.
Dear Sam. He could have loved any beautiful lass in the entire Shire and spent the rest of his days with her, but he chose to love me. My Sam…if only he could understand. I can’t relax. I cannot forget what was done to me. I am always reminded of it every time I look at my hand, when I touch the scar that is slightly raised on my neck and the scar by my shoulder that sends shivers down my arm.
I walk back into the study and take a seat at the writing desk in front of Uncle Bilbo’s book. I open the book to where I left off. After quickly re-reading what I had just written, I sigh. I’m now at the part where Gollum had tricked Sam and me to walk into this cave that belonged to the spider Shelob. Just re-reading this part sends shivers down my spine.
I can recall when Sam looked at me and told me that Gollum had led us into a trap. I did not want to believe him. I wanted to believe that Gollum had changed, that I had helped him to change.
My fingers find their way to the scar on my neck and I am welcomed by a sharp pain and a nauseated feeling. I am so used to this feeling now, it happens every year around the same time in March. Luckily it only lasts one day, but every year I feel worse. I imagine that one day my old wounds will take my life.
“Haven’t you gotten any sleep, Mr. Frodo?” Sam asks, startling me from my concentration.
“Sam,” I say, chuckling. “When are you going to stop calling me ‘Mr. Frodo’ and just call me by Frodo? You are not my servant anymore.” I look up into his face seriously.
“Oh my goodness,” Sam answers, blushing.
I always find it so amusing to see Sam blush like this. Pippin used to say that when Sam blushed he looked like a giant tomato!
“Begging your pardon, Frodo, I really am trying not to call you by mister anymore you see.”
“It’s all right, Sam,” I reply. I suppose he never really will be able to stop calling me by Mr. Frodo. It’s a habit that I truly believe will never break. He’s been calling me by that ever since I moved in with Uncle Bilbo so many years ago.
“You’re looking awfully pale this morning if I may add,” Sam says, hesitantly. “And there are dark circles under your eyes too. I know you haven’t been sleeping. Don’t you think I don’t know it.” He walks over to where I placed the tea on the desk after I came in and he looks inside it. “You’ve hardly touched your tea. You must drink more of it Frodo.” He places the cup in my hand.
“I’m not that thirsty, Sam. But I shall finish drinking it, I promise,” I answer, hoping Sam will stop ordering me around. I love Sam so much, but sometimes I feel like he thinks I am not a grown hobbit or am incapable of taking care of myself. In a way it’s like we are still on the quest. I suppose this is another thing that will never change in my dear Sam.
“Begging your pardon, I made that tea for you several hours ago and it’s still hardly drunk,” Sam winks.
I let out a sigh. Here we go again with over observant Samwise Gamgee. At times like this, he feels more like my Da than my lover, but I know he only does it because he cares. “If it’ll make you happy Sam, I’ll drink it all now.” I say this as calmly as I can and I lift the cup of tea to my lips and wink at Sam before I drink it down in a few gulps.
“That’s good me dear,” Sam chuckles and leans down to kiss me on the lips after I have lowered the cup of tea.
I didn’t know that I would later have to thank him for the extra herbs he had slipped in there to help me sleep last night.
I welcome the kiss and return it, licking his lower lip, savoring the taste and the smell of pipe weed. “Sam, I must say that the tea tasted a bit funny,” I tease. “You didn’t slip anything in there did you?”
Sam chuckles and looks down at his feet. “Well, begging your pardon…”
“Sam!” I say, pretending to be really shocked. Then I push him playfully, thinking he really had not, but when I see the blush return to his cheeks, I realize that I am shocked. “My goodness, you really did!”
“Aye, I may have slipped some of Strider’s sleeping herbs if you follow me.”
I put my face into my hands. “Oh Sam…”
“I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Honest!” Sam says with a frightened expression. “It’s just that you haven’t been sleeping well and I thought it would help to make you sleep for a little while.”
I look up at Sam. “You’re right, Sam. I haven’t been sleeping well. My dreams have been filled with troubling thoughts lately. I suppose it should be since I have been concentrating on writing it all in Bilbo’s red book.”
“Aye, you have been spending most of your time in this study, sir. Why don’t I help you get settled into bed and help you get your mind off of your writing?”
I smile at Sam again. “Thank you, Sam. I would not be able to do this without you by my side.”
Sam wraps an arm around my torso as I stand up from my chair.
I look over to Sam and grin. “My dear Sam. You are too good to me. I love you so much.”
He leads me to my bedroom and once there, I begin to undress myself. I start to unbutton my white cotton shirt, but Sam stops me.
“Let me help you with that, Frodo,” Sam says, reaching for my shirt.
I raise an eyebrow at Sam and allow him to lower my suspenders from my shoulders and then finish unbuttoning my shirt. Carefully he opens it, removes it from my body and places his hands on my chest.
“Oh me dear,” he says in a soft lustful whisper.
“Oh Sam,” I whisper back. It feels so good to have him touch me like this, but I am already feeling the effects of the concoction Sam gave me earlier.
Sam slowly pushes me onto the bed and starts to undo my breeches.
“Sam…” I stammer as he removes my breeches. I now lay before him in nothing but my underwear. I am almost certain he is about to remove those too at any moment, but I am wrong. Instead he turns and opens a drawer of my dresser where I keep my night shirts.
“Don’t worry none, Frodo, just trying to get you comfortable you see.”
“Sam you are such a tease!” I answer, grinning at him wickedly as I bite my lower lip.
Sam chuckles and brings a night shirt over towards me. “Hold up your arms and I’ll put this on you,” he instructs.
After I am dressed again, I sigh and snuggle myself into bed, lying my head down on my soft white feathery pillow.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” Sam asks as I yawn.
“No Sam,” I reply, shaking my head. “I think I’m ready to sleep now. Thank you for everything.”
Sam leans down and kisses me on the cheek and gently rubs my back with his hands. “You just have a good rest, Frodo, and I will see you when you wake up. I’m going to go outside for a little while.”
I sigh in contentment. I love when Sam rubs my back like this. Then I turn my head when I comprehend what Sam had just said before. “Where are you going?” I question in a voice of a bit concern.
“Don’t worry none, sir. I’m just going to check on the mallorn tree I planted with the lady’s seeds by the old party tree, remember? They should be sprouting anytime now I reckon.”
“Oh…yes…that’s right,” I state in a sleepy voice as I nod and close my eyes. “Just don’t spend all day out there waiting for it to grow if it hasn’t yet. And…I’m looking forward to seeing it.”
“Have a good nap, sir.”
“Thank you, Sam. I shall see you later.”
~~
"Long awaited darkness falls
Casting shadows on the walls
In the twilight hour I am alone
Sitting near the fireplace, dying embers warm my face
In this peaceful solitude
All the outside world subdued
Everything comes back to me again
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room...''
~~
Several hours have past since I first fell asleep. I wake up and my heart begins to race as I sit up fast.
‘My goodness! Have I been asleep this long?’ I think to myself as I gaze around my room and look out the window. The sun is starting to set and the day is quickly turning into night. “Sticklebacks!”
I throw the covers off of me and I stand up to get dressed. I wish I hadn’t slept so long! Sam would have returned hours ago I’m sure and I could have been writing more in Bilbo’s book. I sigh in frustration as I remove my night shirt, toss it onto the bed and rush to my closet to find a clean cotton shirt and a pair of brown breeches to wear. Then I re-attach my suspenders to them. Afterward, I grab a tinder and flint and light the candle so I can see my way around Bag End. I need to talk to Sam.
I open my bedroom door. “Sam?” I call, but no one answers me. I suppose he could be finishing something outside in the garden or taking a bath or even making supper in the kitchen. Just the thought of food makes my stomach rumble and I realize that I have had nothing to eat all day. I guess I should get something to eat first and then see if I can find Sam.
I enter the kitchen and discover that Sam is not there. In fact, it doesn’t appear that Sam has been in the kitchen since I laid down for my nap! I suppose he packed a picnic basket for himself. I wonder if he’s still outside near that mallorn tree.
I set the kettle on the stove to boil and I open the cold pantry to find some meat and bread in order to prepare myself a sandwich. As I sit down to eat, I suddenly feel this cold chill overcome me. Perhaps Sam left a window open in the parlor.
After I take a bite of my sandwich I stand up and make my way towards the parlor. Sure enough I discover a window is open and is letting the cold air in. I’ll forgive Sam this time; it’s not the first time I’ve forgotten to close a window. I shut the window when I get this strange feeling that someone’s watching me. I turn around quickly and gasp because I think I have just seen a dark figure step out into the hallway. However, nobody’s there.
“Sam?” I ask waiting for an answer.
Nothing; It must have just been my imagination.
‘Sticklebacks! Even with the window closed I still feel cold.’
I sigh and light a fire in the fireplace. This should help to warm things up. In the meantime, I’ll finish my meal in the kitchen. I can hear the kettle whistling so at least I know that should help warm me up. And that one bite of sandwich made me realize how hungry I am. I better finish it.
I walk into the kitchen again after finishing stoking the fire in the parlor. I carefully take the kettle off of the stove and pour some of its contents into a cup. I sit there in silence for a while eating my sandwich and I find myself staring at old drawings of my family: my Ma and Da and Uncle Bilbo. Oh Eru how I miss them.
I pick up my cup of tea and take a sip of it, but I immediately spit it back into the cup. It tastes like Orc draught! I stare into the cup and I can feel my heart racing. What is going on?
Suddenly my eyes grow wide as I hear the front door open. It’s them! I can smell their stench and hear their snarling. I’ve got to find someplace to hide! But where can I go? I could go to the study and lock myself in there. Or I could cover myself under a blanket in my bedroom, but I don’t know if I have enough time to get there. I can hear them. They are getting closer. Without giving another moment’s thought, I dive under the table and try to control my breathing and heart beat to make them slow down.
“There’s the dunghill rat! Don’t let him get away this time.”
I look up and it’s him. Snaga. Has he come to beat me again? I whimper in fear and I quickly make my way out from under the table. I run for the door leading towards the hallway, but they are already there waiting for me. I cannot get away. Feeling helpless, I start to cry.
‘Stop this! Stop this nonsense Frodo Baggins’ I tell myself as I sink to the floor.
I cover my face with my hands and instead of fighting them. I decide to let them do whatever they came here for.
Within a few minutes I’m naked again. And when I lower my hands from my face to let them tie them together, I realize I’m no longer in Bag End. I’m there. In the tower. I’ve been here for nearly a day. They’ve taken everything I own and everything I had experienced before had been a dream.
~~
"Half awake and half in dreams
Seeing long forgotten scenes
So the present runs into the past
Now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind
Like the embers as they die
Love was one prolonged good-bye
And it all comes back to me tonight
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room...''
~~
I’m remembering now. I’m remembering everything. How terrible it was, except for one thing. It was dark. I had woken from my sleep feeling cold and nauseated. The pain from the bite of the spider burned me. I remember how I had reached for the ring hanging on the chain on my neck to discover it was gone. Everything was gone. I had no idea where I was. There was no light to be seen in this place, but there was a red glow that came through the window. It was him. The eye.
I cannot recall how I got here. And Sam…where is Sam? Is he here too or has he been slain? No…he can’t be here. Sam would have never allowed this to happen.
My Sam…he surely must be dead. I close my eyes and let tears fall down my cheeks. I curl myself into a ball and cling onto a rag, which is the only thing I have to cover myself. It’s over now. They have taken the ring and my beloved Sam is dead. Soon I will be too.
“Oh Sam,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me.”
Now I find myself saying a prayer to Eru, hoping Sam’s death had not been in vain. And then, only a short moment afterward, as if Eru is answering me, I hear Sam’s voice. He is singing. My dear Sam. Though it may be only my mind imaging Sam singing, the idea brings me comfort. It’s a tune that reminds me of one of Uncle Bilbo’s rhymes. It would be just like Sam to sing it before my end. I smile, close my eyes and decide to sing the song back to Sam so that he knows that I can hear him.
“Beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the sun and stars forever dwell…”
Suddenly I am startled awake when the trapdoor below opens with a sharp creak from a rusty hinge. Quickly I gather my rag and wrap it tightly around my torso. At least if I am about to die, I would rather be covered.
“Dunghill rat!” someone calls from down below. “Quit your singing or I’ll come and deal with you. D’ya hear?”
My eyes grow wide and I can feel my heart thudding in my chest. It’s him, the Orc that asked me so many questions before and gave me a whipping when I was unable to tell him the answers he was looking for. He must be guarding the trap door so that I cannot escape. I decide to not say anything, hoping that he will re-close it and leave me alone.
“That’s right, don’t answer,” Snaga replies. “But I’m going to come up there and see what you’re up to anyway.”
Oh no! The last thing I want is for him to whip me again. Sticklebacks! Is singing such a crime? I sigh, but then I scramble back against the wall and sit there with my legs bent to my chest when I hear him coming up the ladder.
Snaga turns his head and looks at me and I can see the whip in his hand.
“You lie quiet or you’ll pay for it, d’ya hear?” the Orc says, approaching me. He slams his whip against the floor near my feet and that startles me. “You ain’t got much longer to live before we take you to the master, but if you don’t want the fun to begin right now, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
I let out a small whimper and nod my head, but this only angers Snaga further.
“I said to not make a sound!” he cries, grabbing my tied arms and forcing me to stand on my feet.
I let out another cry and look directly into his eyes.
“I’ll teach you,” he hisses, throwing me to the ground on my back. He reaches down and pulls from his waist band a knife and he holds it up to me. “I’m going to bleed you. Nice and slow.” He proceeds to lower his blade towards my body and I let out a cry, expecting to feel pain as I raise my hands to cover my head and quickly shut my eyes.
Suddenly a blue sword makes its way through Snaga’s chest and I look up for a moment stunned when I hear a familiar voice say, “Not if I stick you first.”
Sam! My Sam! Can this be true? Certainly this must be only a dream.
I stare at them stunned, unable to say a thing as Snaga cries out in pain and then sinks to the ground dead with a loud thud.
“Sam?” I say, finally finding my voice.
“Mr. Frodo!” Sam says, running towards me. “Are you all right, sir? Have they hurt you?” He begins to cut away the ropes that bind my hands. “Don’t worry none. Your Sam is here and he won’t let nobody hurt you like this again.”
My eyes fill with tears and I smile at him while he gently rubs my hands. “Oh, Sam! Please tell me that this isn’t just a dream!”
Sam looks into my eyes and smiles back at me. “No, sir, this isn’t a dream. I have been trying to get to you for several days since those Orcs captured you, begging your pardon. I wouldn’t have let them, you see, but I thought you were dead, if you follow me.”
“Oh, Sam,” I mutter, curving my eyebrows as I begin to remember everything. “It was awful. The Orcs asked me hundreds of questions and made me drink this terrible draught that made me feel like they could see everything inside my body. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s over Sam. I have failed.”
Sam looks at me with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”
“Sam,” I answer in despair. “They took the Ring.”
Strangely though, Sam shakes his head at me. “Begging your pardon, sir, but they haven’t. When I thought you were dead, you see, I decided that I was going to Mount Doom and get rid of it in your place,” he explains, opening his cloak to reveal the Ring on the chain now around his neck.
Bless Sam! He has my precious! I eagerly reach out for it. “Give it to me. Give me the Ring, Sam.”
Sam nods and starts to unfasten his cloak and I find myself mesmerized by the Ring’s beauty. Slowly, Sam takes the chain from around his neck and holds it out towards me, but when I grab onto it, he doesn’t let go.
“Sam, let go,” I say as politely as I can.
However he doesn’t. Instead he starts to pull the chain back towards him while I am holding onto the chain as well, pulling it in the other direction.
“Sam, give me the Ring.”
Now he is pulling harder. Certainly the chain will break and the Ring will fall down the ladder and be lost forever!
“Give it to me you thief!” I hear myself command in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. I look down and I see the chain and the Ring safely in my hand and Sam is on his knees, holding his face in his hands, sobbing. I curve my eyebrows when I realize what I have done. “Oh Sam, forgive me! It’s the Ring. You were right, Sam. It is taking hold of me. That’s why I must destroy it so this doesn’t happen to you.”
Sam looks up after lowering his hands and I place the Ring over my neck. I gasp and pant as I am reminded about how heavy it is.
“Sam,” I stammer. “I love you. I have always loved you. Please understand that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I was afraid to. I was frightened that you might think differently of me. Please, let your master make it up to you for how I have just treated you.”
I lean in and kiss him on the lips. His lips are soft and he smells of old pipeweed from home.
Only when we are just beginning, he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. “Oh me dear. I love you too Mr. Frodo, but, I should be the one making up to you, if you’ll let me.”
I chuckle and raise an eyebrow and my heart thumps happily in my chest. “And that I shall Samwise Gamgee. But first, allow me to adjust the Ring so that neither of us can see it.”
“No, let me do it, sir,” Sam answers.
His hands reach out for me and I am suddenly overcome with fear that he is going to take the Ring for himself, but I sigh and relax when he repositions it so that it is lying against my back. Then he lets go, looks into my eyes and leans in and kisses me and carefully pushes me to the ground. We kiss several times and I let out a small groan from my throat and then close my eyes to allow him to kiss me some more. I open my lips partially and he slips his tongue inside, exploring my mouth. After a few minutes, I am aware again that we are still in this place filled with Orcs. I make some sounds to tell Sam to stop.
“Sam,” I say in a worried tone. “We cannot do this. This place is not safe. The Orcs will find out that you are here!”
Sam shakes his head again. “Begging your pardon Mr. Frodo, but they won’t. They are all dead. It appears that most of them killed each other in some kind of fight if you follow me.”
I think about it for a little while and then it dawns on me. Sam is right! They did kill each other! I remember how two of them earlier were fighting over Uncle Bilbo’s mithril shirt and it ended when one of them killed the other.
“So you see, Mr. Frodo,” Sam states, bringing my attention back to him. “We are very much…alone.” He smiles. “No one will find us here…at least not for a while.”
I smile back at Sam and pull him close. I look into his eyes as my hands start to explore his body. First, I reach in between his vest and then up under his shirt, where I find a nipple, hard and standing at attention. I pinch it mischievously and Sam lets out a gasp. Then I pull him down further and kiss him hard on the lips, pressing my body fully against him.
He responds by kissing me back, first softly on the lips and then a bit more passionately. He rubs his hands up and down my chest. His hands are so warm, yet a bit rough from all the pulling of weeds and gardening.
“Sam,” I say in a soft lustful voice in between pants as I look up into his eyes. “I think it is quite unfair that I am already undressed and you are not.”
Sam looks down at me and I laugh as I can see the blush forming in his cheeks. I love the way he blushes. Something about it makes me feel so good inside.
“Well Mr. Frodo,” he says, reaching for the clasp that keeps his cloak together. “We’ll have to do something about that, if you follow me.”
He winks and I grin back at him as I watch him remove his hobbit cloak and allow it to fall to the ground with a thud. I sit up and help him to unbutton each of the buttons on his vest. Afterward, I place a hand on the back of his head and the other on his back while I close my eyes and kiss him again on the lips.
We continue to kiss each other for over a minute and when we finally break the kiss, I rub myself against Sam’s thigh.
“Sam…” I say, looking up into his eyes. “I need you inside me.”
Sam nods with understanding as I eagerly pull off his vest. At the same time Sam begins to unbutton the buttons on his cotton shirt.
When his cotton shirt is opened, I can now see his chest fully exposed to me. I lick my lips and study him, especially those perky nipples of his that are secretly telling me to suck and bite them.
He gently pulls off his shirt and then I decide to help him further by removing his breeches and his underwear.
Shortly afterward, I find myself staring at his member. It is slightly bigger than I envisioned and that makes me feel even more excited to feel him inside me.
Sam blushes again and this time I cannot hide my laughter. This must be the first time he has ever been naked in front of another male!
“Oh Sam,” I tease. “You do not have to be embarrassed. It is only you and I.”
Even as I say this, I cannot help but think about the eye in the back of my mind. Is it possible that Sam now feels how I did before, that the dark lord is actually watching us and searching inside us? I turn my attention to look back at Sam and see him just staring at me. I raise my eyebrow.
“Sam, why are you looking at me like that?” I say, grinning. For some reason I still feel embarrassed.
“Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo,” he answers. “It’s just that this is the first time I’ve ever gotten a good look at you like this you see and this is also the first time someone has looked at me this way if you follow me.”
I smile. “Just relax, Sam. I will teach you how to enter and move inside me if you need me to.”
Sam sighs and smiles. He must be nervous, which is only normal. I remember the first time I had done it with my cousin Merry. I was just a curious lad, wanting to explore every inch of my body. Now I want to explore Sam’s body and hope that he will want to do the same with mine.
“What do I do now?” he asks me.
Again I chuckle. I cannot believe how nervous he is!
“Well, my dear Sam, first, you gently push me so that I am lying down on the ground,” I say, winking
Sam chuckles as he approaches me. “I think I can easily do that me dear,” he says as I feel him gently push me down so that I am lying on my back.
When I am comfortable, I look up at him and wait for him to climb on top of me.
A few minutes later he does and we start to kiss all over again as if it is the first time we have ever kissed each other. I lick Sam’s lower lip and part my lips slightly, wanting to explore the inside of his mouth. While I am doing this, I reach up and trace little circles around each of Sam’s nipples with my fingers and I can feel how hard they are.
“Oh Sam,” I whisper.
“Oh me dear,” he says as I feel his tongue enter my mouth and start to explore.
I am quickly getting to the edge, but I don’t want this to stop anytime soon. I respond and dance against Sam’s tongue with mine and I pinch each of his nipples, listening as Sam moans.
He is starting to get very hard; I can feel his member pulsating against my body. Suddenly I gasp when he pinches both of my nipples and I can feel my pre-cum escaping out of the tip of my member.
“Oh Sam!” I exclaim as I rock my hips against him. “Please, enter me now. I cannot hold my seed much longer.”
“But what do I do?” Sam asks in a panic. “We don’t have any oil or butter if you get my meaning. I don’t want to hurt you, Mr. Frodo.”
“Just use my pre-cum, Sam. Place what you can around your member and then by my hole,” I answer as I continue to pinch and tease his nipples.
Sam moans again and I can feel his fingers around the tip of my member and that sends waves up and down my body. Gently he removes my pre-cum from my member and I can hear him slicking himself.
I smile wickedly and I open my eyes and gasp when a finger begins to poke around my opening and then enters inside. I throw my head back and moan.
“Am I hurting you, sir?” Sam asks as he explores inside me.
“No, Sam,” I answer, smiling. “Please continue. I need you to prepare me a little bit more first.”
A second finger enters me and I moan louder. I place my hands gently on his shoulders while he makes a kind of scissor action inside me.
“I’m ready Sam,” I state a little bit afterward. “Place your member at my opening and guide yourself inside.”
I can feel my heart racing and my breaths are rapid when he pulls his fingers out of me. I am so ready to feel him inside me. I am so excited I cannot stand it.
A minute or so afterward, I can feel Sam’s member my opening and he grabs onto my shoulders and pushes his member inside me.
I gasp in pain at first. It does not hurt me, but simply the process of my anal opening being stretched so wide adds an additional pressure to my body. Once I am stretched, the pain ceases and now I am overwhelmed with pleasure. I moan and close my eyes again and smile.
Sam pauses for a moment to allow me to get adjusted to his size and then he begins to move in and out of me. It is slow at first and I begin to rock my hips to match his rhythm. It feels so incredible good and once again I am finding myself at the edge.
“Faster Samwise!” I tell him as he quickens his pace.
Over and over again he pounds against my special spot and over and over again I am moaning.
“Ooooh, oh guh, Mr. Frodo!” he replies in between grunts.
“Oh Sam!” I cry as my body shudders and releases my seed all over his chest.
This only causes Sam to move faster and harder inside me, not giving me a moment to relax, and I find myself digging my nails into his skin when he finally releases his seed.
Afterward, Sam collapses on top of me and we snuggle while we both calm our racing hearts and breathing.
“I love you, Samwise Gamgee,” I whisper against him.
“I love you too, Mr. Frodo,” Sam answers back.
It seems like hours we are snuggled against each other, but it is really only minutes. Sam pulls himself out of me and I look into his eyes.
“Thank you, Sam. You have made me feel so much better. I think I am ready to continue our journey to destroy the ring,” I say smiling.
Sam smiles back and then startles. “Oh my goodness! I must find you some clothes, Mr. Frodo. You can’t go walking around Mordor in naught but your skin,” he answers and stands to dress himself.
I chuckle. “All right, Sam. But do not be long.”
Sam snickers. “I won’t, Mr. Frodo. I reckon one of those Orc’s clothes will fit you if you get my meaning. Now you just relax and I’ll be right back.”
“All right, Sam,” I answer and sigh. Then I close my eyes and find myself drifting back into a deep, peaceful sleep.
~~
"I close my eyes And my twilight images go by All too soon Like an angel passing through my room… ''
~~
“Mr. Frodo, wake up! It’s grown!” Sam exclaims, shaking me lightly.
“What?” I shout, startling awake. I pant for several minutes and I look around the room trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Mr. Frodo? Are you all right me dear?” Sam asks with voice full of concern.
I turn and look at Sam and smile. “Yes, Sam, I am fine. I just had a very strange dream,” I answer, raising an eyebrow.
“What were you dreaming about if I may ask?” Sam asks, taking a seat beside me on the bed and takes my hand.
I chuckle and bite my lower lip. “I was dreaming about the tower Sam. Everything that happened to me there, except when you came to save me…” I pause and look at Sam in the eyes before continuing. “We made love.”
“Oh my goodness gracious,” Sam answers before starting to chuckle as well. “I reckon the next time you cannot sleep, I’ll put the same sleeping draught in your tea so you can continue to have sex dreams with me.”
I playfully push Sam and he chuckles. “So tell me, what were you talking about? Something has grown?”
Sam grinned. “Yes, the lady’s tree, Mr. Frodo. The Mallorn tree has grown quite rapidly overnight if you get my meaning.”
I smile back at Sam and nod my head. My Sam has always had such a fondness for things that grow. He is so much like how a hobbit should be and I’m so glad he is able to help me take care of the garden at Bag End.
“Come on, Mr. Frodo. Let me help you get dressed so we can go to where the old party used to be and you can see it for yourself,” he says, pulling back the covers of my bed and then pulling me up so that I am standing on my feet.
I laugh again. “All right my dear Sam. We shall go see the Mallorn tree…”
The End