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claudia603Heh. Heh. I wrote a Frodo/Sam ficlet.
Just because.
Title: Snag
Author: Claudia
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam doesn’t want to lose Frodo again.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: However humble…I wrote a Frodo/Sam. Heh.
Snag
Random meandering through the woods had led them into this clearing filled with elanor. Sam had forgotten the lunch the elves had prepared for them, and when Frodo had found out, he had collapsed, tears of mirth streaming down his gaunt face. If it had been anyone else laughing so, Sam would lashed back in injured annoyance. But the sound of Frodo’s laughter was too precious after Moria.
“Mr. Frodo,” Sam whispered, lying beside Frodo in a bed of elanor, and Frodo tilted his face to Sam in what Sam –- ever since he was a child looking after Bag End -- had always thought of as the “curious Baggins air.” Frodo’s delicate hands found Sam’s cheeks and pulled the gardener’s face to meet his. Inches from brilliant blue eyes filled with love and want, Sam fell on Frodo’s wriggling body. His hands plunged under Frodo’s layers of clothing, under the shirt and over delicate skin. Frodo’s head rolled back, and he let out a slow moan. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes glistened gold, like dewy gossamer threads.
Sam’s finger snagged on a hole, and he paused, his breath catching with thankfulness. His finger had caught in the rip caused by the cave troll’s spear. Sam had relived that moment again and again – the spear slamming into Frodo’s chest, his cry of pain, his shocked dull eyes as he had collapsed.
“Where’s your mithril shirt, Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo’s eyes slowly opened, and his smile was serene. His eyes reflected the sky…all cares seemed vanished. Sam could nearly imagine that they were in a field in the Shire, far from trouble, with their entire lives ahead of them to do nothing but explore each other.
“Dear Sam…I’ve taken it off, you see. I do not need it here in Lorien.”
When the cave troll’s spear had struck, Sam’s heart had collapsed to dust, and it seemed likely that if Frodo had not groaned and opened his eyes – radiant even in the gray depths of Moria – that it would have ceased to beat again.
“All the same, I’d feel better if you wore it.” Sam said, kissing Frodo on the lips before nuzzling against the sweet skin of Frodo’s neck.
Just because.
Title: Snag
Author: Claudia
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam doesn’t want to lose Frodo again.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: However humble…I wrote a Frodo/Sam. Heh.
Snag
Random meandering through the woods had led them into this clearing filled with elanor. Sam had forgotten the lunch the elves had prepared for them, and when Frodo had found out, he had collapsed, tears of mirth streaming down his gaunt face. If it had been anyone else laughing so, Sam would lashed back in injured annoyance. But the sound of Frodo’s laughter was too precious after Moria.
“Mr. Frodo,” Sam whispered, lying beside Frodo in a bed of elanor, and Frodo tilted his face to Sam in what Sam –- ever since he was a child looking after Bag End -- had always thought of as the “curious Baggins air.” Frodo’s delicate hands found Sam’s cheeks and pulled the gardener’s face to meet his. Inches from brilliant blue eyes filled with love and want, Sam fell on Frodo’s wriggling body. His hands plunged under Frodo’s layers of clothing, under the shirt and over delicate skin. Frodo’s head rolled back, and he let out a slow moan. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes glistened gold, like dewy gossamer threads.
Sam’s finger snagged on a hole, and he paused, his breath catching with thankfulness. His finger had caught in the rip caused by the cave troll’s spear. Sam had relived that moment again and again – the spear slamming into Frodo’s chest, his cry of pain, his shocked dull eyes as he had collapsed.
“Where’s your mithril shirt, Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo’s eyes slowly opened, and his smile was serene. His eyes reflected the sky…all cares seemed vanished. Sam could nearly imagine that they were in a field in the Shire, far from trouble, with their entire lives ahead of them to do nothing but explore each other.
“Dear Sam…I’ve taken it off, you see. I do not need it here in Lorien.”
When the cave troll’s spear had struck, Sam’s heart had collapsed to dust, and it seemed likely that if Frodo had not groaned and opened his eyes – radiant even in the gray depths of Moria – that it would have ceased to beat again.
“All the same, I’d feel better if you wore it.” Sam said, kissing Frodo on the lips before nuzzling against the sweet skin of Frodo’s neck.
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Date: 2002-12-15 09:16 am (UTC)I love your Frodo and Sam. So sweet and true.
Thank you, Claudia, that was lovely.
:)
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Date: 2002-12-15 11:33 am (UTC)I'm really just an interspecies gal at heart, though.
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Date: 2002-12-15 10:41 am (UTC)That was a perfect read with my lazy Sunday morning coffee, and that's a fact, sure as I'm a hobbit. (I am, you know ... but then we all are, aren't we:-)
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Date: 2002-12-15 11:35 am (UTC)Yep. We're all hobbits. Yep. :-) Hobbits who find Aragorn and Faramir hot. hee hee
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Date: 2002-12-15 10:43 am (UTC)It was lovely ^_^
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Date: 2002-12-15 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-15 03:54 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-15 05:29 pm (UTC)Hey, thanks, Alchemilla! I'm new to Frodo/Sam, of course, and probably won't make too much of a habit of it, LOL...
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Date: 2002-12-15 06:04 pm (UTC)Alch
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