Sunshine Love
Author: Purple Nightstar wicca_willow2000@hotmail.com
Author's Website:
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Category: Romance
Characters: Frodo Sam
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Frodo and Sam talk.
Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien. At least the
characters
Feedback: Would love it.
Story Notes: Sequel to "Moonlight Comfort" and "Early
Morning Kisses".
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Sam had woken up early. He stretched, feeling tired
but yet satisfied. The others were still asleep,
except for Aragorn and Legolas. He yawned wide,
rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Then he remembered.
"Oh," he said to himself. "Legolas. Last night. Oh."
He blushed as he remembered every detail from the
night before, when he and Legolas had talked. It had
started out as comfort, but they had ended up having
sex.
"Oh," he said again. However, he didn't regret
anything that had happened. They had both been sad.
Legolas hopelessly infatuated with Aragorn, and
himself madlessly in love with Frodo. The night with
Legolas hadn't changed his love the slightest bit.
In fact, it had only grown. He looked at Frodo, who
was still sound asleep, his blue eyes now closed. Sam
smiled, and it would have been easy for everybody to
see the affection that was there. He would do anything
for Frodo, anything at all.
Right now, the best thing for him to do was to let
Frodo sleep. He needed all the rest he could get. Sam
stood up, and walked around for a while, but never so
far away that he couldn't see Frodo at any time. He
watched the sun come up.
Sam gasped when he saw the two persons who were locked
in an embrace on the rocks a few meters below him. At
first he thought that it was enemies, Orcs or vicious
spies. But then he saw that it was Aragorn and
Legolas.
They were kissing like they couldn't possibly have
gone another second without each other's touch. Sam
smiled at the sight, for he knew that this would bring
joy and happiness into Legolas' heart. He had wanted
this since he first laid eyes on Aragorn, and now he
had gotten his wish.
However, Sam hadn't gotten his, so there was still a
sadness in his heart. "I guess this means no more
comforting nights...." he said to himself, with a
little laughter. He turned and walked back to camp.
Legolas and Aragorn followed shortly after, and they
woke up the others. Sam didn't get any chance to talk
to Legolas about what had happened, but they smiled at
each other, like two children sharing a big secret.
They traveled a long distance that day. Still there
was many miles to come, and at least the Hobbits were
tired. In the middle of the day, when the sun reached
it's high-point, they stopped for a break.
Sam sat next to Frodo, as usual. They talked quietly;
sometimes with Merry and Pippin, sometimes with
Aragorn, sometimes with no one else but themselves. It
seemed like Frodo was determined to smile, and not to
seem frightened or tired. Sam knew better. This was
Frodo. Frodo, whom he had known all his life, and who
he knew better than anyone else.
"I never thought a friendship and a simple job could
turn into something so... so... No, I can't find the
right words. It's beautiful, these feelings I have,
but they are scaring me too. Because I don't know what
to do with them." Sam used to think a lot, either he
was silent or talking. Now his thoughts had carried
him far away, and he hadn't heard the question Frodo
had asked him.
"Sam, hello?" Frodo laughed. "Where were you right
now?" His eyes seemed to be filled with joy, but Sam
could see a flinch of something painful deep down
inside. "I... I wasn't anywhere, Mr. Frodo," Sam
answered quickly. "I am right here. What did you ask
of me?" He smiled back, sheepishly.
"I wondered if you wanted to take a little walk with
me, Sam," Frodo said friendly. "The hills are so
wonderful here; the grass is so lush and the air is
filled with freshness. I want to look around a little
before we move on, but I don't feel like walking all
by myself."
"Of course, Mr. Frodo," Sam said immediately. "I'll
come with you. And you are right, this is a wonderful
place. So peaceful, if you know what I mean." With
that they stood up, and started walking slowly
together, side by side.
Aragorn yelled after them; "Don't go too far!"
They walked slowly, but they were soon cut off by the
others in the Fellowship by some hills. Still they
could hear them, but if they walked any further, they
would indeed get 'too far away'.
Frodo said to Sam; "Let's sit here for awhile, and
just be alone, like we were on the first part of our
journey." They sat down in the green grass, not saying
anything for a few minutes. Sam laid back in the
grass, staring up at the sky.
The silence between them was comfortable. Sam didn't
feel the need to speak, especially because he felt
like he was going to say every little detail about how
much he cared for and loved Frodo. He closed his eyes,
just concentrated on listening to Frodo's slow, steady
breath.
He thought he had fallen asleep when the light of the
sun on his eyelids were replaced with a darkness, and
he opened his eyes, startled.
Only Frodo filled his eye-sight, and he relaxed.
Smiled a little, even. "Mr. Frodo, you almost scared
me there," he said, motioning that he was going to sit
up again. However, he couldn't do this, for Frodo
wouldn't move.
"No, don't get up yet," Frodo said. "I just want to
watch you a little. You looked so peaceful and
beautiful, Sam. What were you thinking about? The
Shire?" Sam was a little confused by having Frodo so
near him; even though they slept side by side at
night, this wasn't the same closeness.
Without thinking, he answered; "About you, Mr. Frodo.
I was just listening to your breath, because I like
the rhythm of it, and I couldn't look at you at the
same time, for then I would have said everything I'm
saying now, about how much I care for you, and love
you, and more too, and.... And...." Sam's voice died
out, as he realized that he had said several things he
shouldn't have.
But Frodo didn't seem surprised, or angry. He just
smiled down at Sam, who was breathing heavily. Frodo
was half on top of Sam, his arms crossed over Sam's
chest. His mouth were mere inches away from Sam's own,
and the blue eyes was almost too close for comfort.
"Don't be ashamed, Sam," Frodo said quietly when he
saw that Sam was blushing, all the way up to his
Hobbit ears. "I have guessed it, maybe not so long
ago, and maybe I didn't think it in clear words, but I
do know how you feel. Because it mirrors the feelings
I have in my own heart." His voice was calm, but Sam
could sense so many emotions in it, and he believed
what Frodo said, without hesitating.
"Mr. Frodo..." he whispered, for his voice seemed to
have disappeared. "I would never have guessed. Really,
I wouldn't. But what now?" he asked hesitantly, like
he didn't want to break something precious, something
which had just been revealed to the world and which
was still very vulnerable.
"Now," Frodo said back. "Now we continue our journey,
together. And I promise you Sam, that one way or
another we will always be together. I know this
because I know that I always will carry you in my
heart and soul, and I will never let you go, not even
in death." Frodo's face came even closer, and Sam
wanted nothing but to lie like this forever.
Frodo leaned even a bit more down towards Sam, and Sam
raised his head a little, and their lips met. One
sweet, long, gentle kiss that seemed to last for
hours, but which in reality lasted for about two or
three minutes. When they broke it, Sam couldn't speak.
Neither could Frodo.
They gave each other a hug, and cuddled for a little
while on the green hill. Frodo rolled off Sam, and
snuggled against his shoulder instead. Sam put his arm
around Frodo, holding him tight. They didn't say
anything, just breathed together. They didn't need to
say anything, for their hearts were saying enough.
The sun that shined down on them, warmed them and
bathed them in light, seemed to laugh gently, like it
was happy about what it saw. And who knows, maybe
Frodos and Sam's love gave it something to smile about
in such dark days.
END
Hobbits