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Sunshine Love

Author: Purple Nightstar wicca_willow2000@hotmail.com
Author's Website: 
http://www.teenopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B127937 
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