Seven Heavenly Virtues I:
Orithain and Rina
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~ Fortitude: strength, courage, endurance, resoluteness ~
"Everywhere I lie thereís a dirty great root sticking
into my back."
"Just shut your eyes and imagine youíre back in your
own bed with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow."
"Itís not working, Mr. Frodo. Iím never going to be
able to sleep out here."
Saying that, Sam Gamgee turned over once again, trying to
find a comfortable position in his bedroll, one that kept him from being
poked by bumps and roots or tickled by stray breezes that worked their way
under his blanket. Hobbits werenít built for being on the road, of that
much he was certain, and he knew he was complaining, but heíd try to make
the best of it for Frodoís sake.
"It might be more comfortable over there where youíre
lying," he added, in an almost sheepish tone.
"Well, why not come over here and find out?" Frodo
suggested, careful to keep his laughter from his tone. Heíd wondered how
long Sam would insist on sleeping apart. After all, it wasnít as if they
were ashamed of each other or as if there were anyone around to comment on
whatever they chose to do.
"I... I suppose I will then," Sam responded
quickly, hopping up and bundling his blankets into his arms, He carried them
around the small fire and set them on the ground next to Frodo, curling up
at the older Hobbitís side with a heartfelt sigh. "Itís much better
"I agree," Frodo replied, arm settling over Sam as
he shifted nearer, content now that he had his lover close. "I donít
know why you were over there at all. You know I sleep better with you,"
he added, knowing that would prevent any future arguments.
"Iím sorry," Sam sighed, managing to shift them
around so that he was between the older Hobbit and the night. "I was
just worried about getting distracted and not being able to keep an eye out
for strange things like Iím supposed to."
"Did it occur to you that maybe I want you
distracted... by me? I want to forget about magic rings and strangers asking
questions and quests and adventures and everything except us, and I can only
do that with you. I feel... safe with you, Sam." Frodo shut his eyes
and pressed closer.
"Iíll always keep you that way, Mr. Frodo," Sam
swore, wrapping his arms tightly around Frodoís slimmer form and holding
him close. "I mean to keep you safe forever." As he spoke, he
smoothed a hand under Frodoís shirt and over his back, feeling the warmth
of his flesh and the smoothness of his skin.
Listening to the night sounds, Frodo remained silent. Having
heard the tales of Bilboís adventures when he went off with Gandalf so
many years ago and the wizardís dire warnings fresh in his mind, he knew
that no matter how much either of them might wish otherwise, Sam would not
be able to fulfill that promise. But lying here in the other Hobbitís
protective embrace, he could pretend that it was possible; with Samís arms
around him, it certainly felt true. He pressed his face into Samís
neck, breathing in the familiar scent, and he sighed, slowly relaxing.
"I do," Sam promised, kissing Frodoís cheek and
ear, keeping the touch gentle but feeling his body respond to his loverís
nearness all the same.
"I know you do, Sam," Frodo whispered, pressing
closer. And for this little while he could even believe that he could be
successful. "Iím glad youíre with me, Samwise Gamgee," he said
suddenly, raising his head to meet Samís honest gaze. "I donít feel
so alone, thanks to you."
Sam placed a tender kiss on Frodoís forehead and stroked
his chest, feeling the other Hobbitís heart beating under his palm.
"Even if the unthinkable happens and I canít be beside you for a
short time, Iíll be with you in my heart."
Laying his head back on Samís shoulder, Frodo murmured,
"I know. Youíve always been there when I needed you, whether it was
keeping my garden the best in the Shire or abandoning your whole life and
everything you know to follow me off on Gandalfís errand. Youíre a
comfort to me, Sam." He nestled close, feeling his tension gradually
change to one more pleasurable, and he raised a leg to drape it over Sam.
"Silly," Sam whispered, shivering when Frodoís
move aligned their bodies more closely together, "how can I abandon my
whole life when youíre the all of it? I canít say I donít want to get
back to the Shire as soon as we can, but if youíre going somewhere, soís
"Oh Sam, I donít know what I did to deserve you, but
Iím glad of it, whatever it was." Frodo turned more fully toward him,
bodies aligning from shoulders to hairy toes, and he raised his face to
brush a kiss over Samís lips.
Sam grinned a bit self-consciously. "Youíre just one
lucky Hobbit, I guess," he mumbled before deepening the kiss, telling
himself that he was the lucky one in this instance.
Frodo knew that Sam didnít really believe that, but it was
true. Smiling, he rolled them so that Sam was on his back on their blankets
and he was sprawled on top of his lover and best friend. If Sam couldnít
believe the words, maybe actions would make his point for him.
Watching Samís face, Frodo sat up just long enough to pull
his shirt off, then lowered himself again, brushing a light kiss over Samís
lips, pulling away and tugging gently at his lower lip with his teeth.
"This time, my Sam," he breathed, "Iím going to seduce
Tearing his gaze away from the expanse of pale flesh bared
when Frodo removed his shirt, Sam blinked, confused. "Youíre going
to... Ainít we a little bit past that point if you get my meaning?"
"That doesnít mean we canít enjoy ourselves from
time to time. Just because weíre already lovers doesnít mean that
exploring each other isnít fun... and arousing." Frodo nibbled on the
point of Samís chin and followed the line of his jaw up to his ear, where
he explored the sensitive appendage, licking, sucking and nipping.
"Youíre too smart for the likes of me," Sam
mumbled. And beautiful, and good, and... His thoughts got lost at
that point as Frodo nipped his ear again, making him shudder and tighten his
arms around the slim body over him. "And donít I get a chance to
re-learn you too?"
"I certainly hope so," Frodo replied, smiling as
he licked and bit his way along Samís throat to his collarbone, leaving
faint marks on his skin. "Iím all yours, my Sam."
A rush of wonder filled the younger Hobbitís body at
hearing those words, and he blinked back tears before drawing Frodoís face
back up to his for a kiss. "Let me do for you then, Frodo," he
murmured, attempting to roll them both over without tangling them in the
blankets or getting too near the fire.
Willingly giving up control to his dear friend, Frodo rolled
with him, tugging the blankets out of the way, then wrapping his arms and
legs tightly around the other Hobbit once he was on his back. "Whatever
you want, Sam, whenever you want," he vowed.
Sam had to grin at that. "That would be easy, then.
You, sir, all the time." He leaned in to place a kiss over Frodoís
heart, then another over his nipple, feeling the flesh tighten and mound
under his lips.
"Sam," Frodo said, laughing breathlessly as his
back arched, pressing his chest closer to Samís exploring mouth, "donít
you think you could just call me Frodo at times like this?" He combed
his fingers through the other Hobbitís soft curls, smiling as they tangled
around his fingers and then sprang back into shape.
"Iím sorry, Mr. - sir - Frodo." Sam blushed and
darted a look up at Frodo, giving a sheepish grin. "Itís just habit,
you know." He dipped his head back down to taste the other side of the
older Hobbitís chest, whimpering as he felt Frodo arch up under him.
"Y-you can call me whatever you like, Sam, just so long
as you donít stop doing that!" Frodo panted, dark curls tossing
against the blanket as he pressed closer to his lover.
"Even Sackville-Baggins?" Sam asked, unable to
resist that bit of teasing, even when it earned him a slap on the hip.
Frodoís eyes flew open, and he mock-glared at Sam.
"Thatíll get you back on the other side of the fire!"
The gardenerís hazel eyes opened wide, and he stared down
at the older Hobbit. "Sure and you wouldnít do that to your Sam, now
would you? Those roots are mighty big over there."
"Well, then, youíll just have to convince me to let
you stay here, wonít you?" Frodo teased, blue eyes dancing merrily.
"And how am I supposed ta do that? If you donít mind
me asking," Sam said, his own grin beginning to grow.
"Well, I think you need to find a way to make me feel
good, make me want to keep you here. Know any way of doing that?" Frodo
murmured, arching up to nibble on Samís ear.
"I could rub your back," Sam suggested, unable to
stop the tremor that ran through him when Frodoís teeth closed on his ear.
"You always like that right well. Relaxes you up in a jiffy, it
"But maybe I donít want to relax just yet. Maybe I
have something else in mind," Frodo purred, a hand gliding down the
center of Samís chest and coming to rest over the bulge in his trousers.
Sam closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath at the feel of
Frodoís fingers caressing his arousal. "Something thatíll help you
relax later on, Iím thinking," he whispered, nuzzling Frodoís chin
until the older Hobbit tilted his head back, giving Sam better access to his
"I knew youíd figure it out," Frodo murmured,
fingers kneading at Samís shoulders while he lay beneath him. "I
think you can stay right here."
"And mighty glad I am to hear it." Sam chuckled,
pulling back just enough to work the buttons on Frodoís pants as he kissed
his way down the other Hobbitís neck to his shoulder.
Laughing softly, Frodo raised himself slightly to help Sam
undress him, then returned the favor, eager to feel his loverís length
pressed to him without the barriers of clothing. "Ah Sam, itís
selfish of me, but Iím so very glad youíre with me," he murmured,
drawing the other Hobbit down so he could kiss him.
"Nothing selfish about it," Sam said stoutly,
though his voice had gone hoarse with desire. "Iím the one whoís
being selfish, what with wanting to be with you and getting to see the Elves
He rocked gently against the body beneath him, loving the
unfocused look it brought to Frodoís eyes. "Besides, travelliní
with you is lots betterín getting turned into a toad by Mr. Gandalf."
Bursting into laughter, Frodo hugged him close. "Oh
Sam, you are so very dear to me. And Iím very glad you decided not to
become a toad; this wouldnít be nearly as pleasant if you were."
Sam had to grin at that, then kissed Frodoís mouth just
because he could. "Might be a little harder to fit together the way we
do if I was a toad," he mused, stroking along Frodoís sides with one
hand while he supported himself with the other, his hips arching into the
other Hobbitís with ever increasing vigor.
"I donít think Iíd care to do this with a
toad," Frodo put in breathlessly, his legs now wrapped high around Samís
waist. "We fit together just perfectly. Oh yes," he gasped as Sam
ground against his erection. "Perhaps we should see just how
well?" he suggested, fingers tangling in Samís hair.
"Oh, my dear..." Sam breathed, shivering in
anticipation of their joining as well as the need he knew Frodo felt.
"Nowhere else Iíd rather be."
Letting go of Frodo with one hand, Sam reached for his pack
and the small vial of oil heíd secreted in it while out from under Gandalfís
watchful eye. Kissing his lover once again, he pulled back enough to get his
hand between them, then ran oil-slick fingers over Frodoís shaft and back
over the tiny entrance to his body.
Frodo moaned and shivered, legs spreading farther apart as
he arched into Samís touch, eagerly demanding more. "Exactly where I
want you," he panted, eyes staring into Samís as he tugged on the
younger Hobbit. "So very much." Blunt nails raked over Samís
back, urging him on.
"Just where I want to be too," Sam swore, pressing
his finger inward and closing his eyes as he felt the slick tightness of
Frodoís body surround him.
Whimpering, Frodo thrust upward, driving his loverís
finger deeper. "More, Sam, want more of you," he demanded, tugging
Sam moaned in response, his free hand fumbling for the oil
so that he could coat his erection. Leaning in, he kissed Frodo hungrily as
he moved, supporting both of the older Hobbitís thighs with his hands as
he positioned himself and thrust inward, letting out a low cry of delight
when he found himself sheathed to the hilt in his loverís giving body.
"Oh yes," Frodo moaned, legs high around Samís
waist, his body rising to meet the thrust. "My Sam, love you, always
want you," he gasped, huge blue eyes focused on his loverís, letting
him see the pleasure washing over him. One hand glided shakily down Samís
back, fingers tracing lightly along the cleft of his ass and stroking the
"Always Iím for you, Frodo," Sam sighed, curling
his fingers into Frodoís dark hair and holding him close as they moved
"Iíll hold you to that, Sam. When we get home
again," Frodo panted, arching upward. "Weíll get a nice hole
together, and weíll do this whenever we want." Unable to talk any
more, he clutched at Sam, body tensing as the pleasure heightened, spiraling
ever upward. "Oh Sam," he moaned, eyes falling half shut.
Sam blinked at that, and his hazel eyes opened wide before a
brilliant smile broke over his features. "Oh, thereís nothing in this
world I want more than that," he whispered before gasping aloud as
Frodo tightened around him.
"Then thatís what weíll do. Something to look
forward to," Frodo murmured an instant before he tugged Samís head
down to kiss him hungrily. His tongue thrust into Samís mouth in the same
rhythm as the younger Hobbit was possessing his body, and tiny moans of
pleasure escaped him with every breath.
Panting heavily now, Sam fought the tension building in his
body, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible, but it seemed
that the fates had other things in mind. "Mr. - ah, Frodo, I donít
think I can last much longer," he moaned, the speed of his thrusts
increasing as he tried to shift to hit the tiny gland inside his lover.
"Want to feel you..."
"Oh yes, Sam," Frodo gasped, crying out as his
body tightened, a sharp wail escaping him as Sam hit the sensitive spot
inside him. He arched up sharply, wailing Samís name as he spasmed and
"Frodo!" Sam bit off his shout by burying his face
in his loverís shoulder as he felt the warmth seep between them. The wild
contractions around his shaft did him in, and he was coming too, draining
himself into Frodo as if by doing so, he could keep a part of himself with
the other Hobbit for all time.
Knowing that he must be heavy, Sam pushed up onto his arms,
taking some of his weight off Frodo. The sight of Frodo lying flushed and
satiated beneath him sent another tremor of pleasure through him, and he
sighed in awe. "My one love."
"My Sam," Frodo replied softly, arms tightening
around Sam to tug him back down. "Come back here, love. I like feeling
you on top of me, feeling safe and surrounded by you."
Sam frowned but allowed Frodo to settle him back into place
once more. "I just donít want to squash the stuffing out of you is
all," he said, tracing a finger over the point of Frodoís ear and
down to his cheek.
"Considering that youíre whatís stuffing me right
now, I doubt thatís a danger," Frodo giggled, his mood improved
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam said in shock before bursting
into laughter himself, resting his head on the older Hobbitís shoulder
when he couldnít hold it up any longer. "Oh, I think we needed
that," he sighed once heíd gotten his breath back.
"I know I did. And there will be no more trying to
sleep on the other side of the fire," he said mock-sternly, hugging Sam
tightly. "Right here is where I want you."
Sam nodded sheepishly before kissing Frodo. "And once
we get to Bree, weíll have a real bed again. Iíve never slept in a Big
Personís bed; I fancy thereíll be plenty of room in them, thatís for
"Iíll have to keep a tight hold on you to make sure I
donít lose you in that great big bed," Frodo laughed. "I wouldnít
want you to find someone else, after all."
Sam mock-glared down at his giggling lover. "Ifín I
wasnít sure you werenít pulling my leg, Iíd box your ears for even
"Why, Sam, youíd do that to me?" Frodo
laughed, kissing him when Sam started to apologize for the disrespect.
"Silly Hobbit. You know youíre the only one I want in my bed. Or
blankets," he added with a smile.
"I reckon Iíd be more comfortable to lie on than the
ground though," Sam murmured, starting to roll them over, then sitting
up as he thought of something. "And youíd be more comfortable if we
both cleaned up some first."
Sighing as he had to agree, little though he wanted to move,
Frodo sat up and rummaged in his packs for a cloth. "We both would be.
And then we can get some sleep finally. It doesnít seem so far from home
with your arms around me."
Smiling as he poured a bit of water from his canteen onto
the cloth and lovingly cleaned up first his master, then himself, Sam
nodded. "Mayhap thatís why Mr. Gandalf had me come along with you: to
remind you of just who you are and where you belong." He paused and
grinned. "As well as making sure you stay safe and eat right."
"Among other things weíve just proved," Frodo
Sam blushed but grinned. "Always happy to be of
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