Title: Here With Me 
Author: The Glazed Over Elf 
Author's Email: chocophoco564@aol.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Sam, Frodo/Merry 
Rating: R. I meant it to be higher but whatever. I’m no good 
with ratings.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this. Tolkien Enterprises does. But they 
don’t do nearly kinky enough things with them, which is why they should 
give them to me. 
Author’s Note: I’ve only read the Fellowship of the Ring so far, so my 
knowledge is limited. But my best friend is really obsessively scary and 
her knowledge helps. I think. Go read her story, “Claimed”, after you read 
this. Her writing is much better. Oh yeah, this is post quest, but I hate 
Rose Cotton so she doesn’t exist.
Summary: Frodo and Sam are in love. Merry’s jealous. Pippin’s not in it. 
I’ll make it up to him later. *winkwink* 

       Kisses lined themselves up on Frodo’s delicate collarbone. Fingers 
tangled themselves in Sam’s hair. Lips kissed the top of his head. Frodo 
stopped, and pulled Sam’s head away from his body. He cupped Sam’s 
face in his hands, and stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. Tears formed 
in Sam’s eyes, and were wiped away by his lover’s touch. 
“Mr.Frodo, I…”
	Frodo didn’t want to hear. He didn’t want to speak. He wanted to 
love. He brought Sam closer in for a kiss. He kissed. Hard. He felt Sam’s 
tongue prying into his mouth. He let him in. Frodo felt his excitement 
growing, and in an attempt to put it down, he almost knocked both of 
them off the swing. Sam caught Frodo first, and then pulled himself back 
up. 
“Sam. Thank you.”
“Oh, Frodo. What would you do without me?” Sam said in a playful tone. 
“I don’t think I’d still be here if it wasn’t for you. If we hadn’t made it 
back together, I couldn’t have had gone on living.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.”
“But it’s true. I couldn’t live without you, Samwise Gamgee. And you 
know it.”
	As they spoke, Merry watched them from behind. Frodo had left 
him for this buffoon. Something wasn’t right. He knew Frodo still loved 
him. Merry, no longer being able to stand the sight of his Frodo with 
another, left, hurt and distraught.
       ~?~	
	Frodo was making his way through the woods, stopping here and 
there to listen to the sound of the wind.  Sam had forced him outside, 
after refusing to leave the house without him. 
*“You need some fresh air, Mr., Frodo. Go take a stroll in the forest. I 
know that my presence will defeat the purpose.”* with this, Sam had 
given him a peck on the cheek and a wink to go, shutting the door and 
busying himself with chores. Frodo looked up to find himself facing Merry. 
He stopped, surprised to see his favorite cousin, but nevertheless happy. 
“Merry-”
“Hello Frodo.” Was all Merry said. Frodo could tell by the tone of his voice 
that something was not right. 
“Merry, what’s wrong? What is it?
“I have not forgotten about you, my love.” Merry’s eyes pierced Frodo’s 
gaze.
“Merry, that is over. I love Sam.”
“You hurt me Frodo. I still love you.”
“But I love Sam. And you have Pippin.” He turns on Merry, and begins to 
walk quickly away, towards Sam, towards his protection.
“Running back to Sam? He won’t always be there for you.” Frodo froze. 
He knew that Merry was right. Merry grabbed Frodo’s shoulder and 
twisted him around to face him. He saw the fear in Frodo’s face, and 
seeing he was about to speak, kissed him. Frodo (being the little slut that 
he is), kissed back out of habit. Suddenly he heard Sam’s voice calling 
him from a distance. He brought himself back from the improbable 
reality, and pushed Merry back to the ground. He walked back, aware of 
Merry’s following gaze.		
       ~?~
	The confused hobbit lay in his true lover’s arms later that night. 
He was confused and weary, but yet he could not sleep. Thoughts of 
Merry from earlier that day filled his mind. Frodo  realized that his love 
for Merry was still in his heart. But no, he thought, my love for Sam is 
stronger. He had felt nothing when Merry had kissed him. Not a thing. He 
leaned his head up and kissed his Sam. His lovely Sam. Sam opened his 
eyes, smiled, and slept again. Frodo took this as an invitation to the world 
of sweet dreams, and slept peacefully the rest of the night.  
       ~?~
	The light poured in from the window, forcing Frodo’s eyes to 
open, making him wake up. He saw that Sam was missing, in his spot a 
note.
	*I have gone to market. I will be back in a few hours.
					Love,
					Sam*
	Frodo turned to get out of bed, only to find that he was facing 
Merry yet again. Frodo, desperate, called for Sam, even though he knew 
that he was not there. There was a sinking feeling in Frodo’s heart. Frodo 
moved to get out on the other side, as Merry was blocking the easier way 
out. But Merry was quicker than that. He grabbed Frodo and dragged him 
onto his knees, sitting him down on his lap. 
“Meriadoc, what *are* you doing?” Frodo asked in protest. 
“I’m claiming what’s rightfully mine.”
“I am not yours. And I’m most certainly not rightfully yours. My heart 
belongs to Sam’s. Not you nor anyone else cou-” Merry cut Frodo off by 
kissing him again. It worked like it had the other day, like a charm. Frodo 
did not resist, partially because he knew Merry would always have want 
he wanted. He knew that he could not win. Slowly, Merry began to 
button Frodo’s breeches, sliding  his other hand against Frodo’s back, 
feeling the scars that strife and battle had left him. The scars that Sam 
had healed with his love and care, while he had been frolicking with 
Pippin. But that didn’t matter now. He had Frodo to himself now, at least 
for a little while. He was going to make it last. 
 	Merry began to rub Frodo’s cock. Frodo felt himself harden under 
such talented hands. *Just where had his cousin learned such things*, he 
wondered. In his heart, he knew this wasn’t right. His heart belonged to 
Sam, and his body as well. So what was he doing now? No. this had to 
end. This was the last time. 
“Merry. You should go. Sam shall be home soon. And besides. This isn’t 
proper. My heart belongs to another. I can’t love you. Not truly.” Merry 
saw the determined look in Frodo’s eyes and reluctantly placed him back 
on the bed.
“That is true. I’m sorry.I just thought that,” Merry stopped, unsure about 
whether to continue, “that maybe you needed to be reminded.” Merry let 
his head hang in shame.
“Fool of a Brandybuck,” Frodo shook his head with a smile. At the sight of 
his forgiveness, Merry put his arms around Frodo, and pulled him in for a 
tight embrace. Merry pulled back, and looked at Frodo. Merry got up and 
made his way for the door.
“I’ll be going now.” He opened the door, and just before he left, he called 
back “Now you just stay this sexy.”
       Frodo looked up, his troubled expression changing to a grin. This 
time for real. Merry winked, and walked out the door.
       ~?~ 
	Frodo was sitting and waiting for Sam to return. He thought about 
Merry. Was what he had done right? Surely not. And it was undeniably 
disloyal to Sam. After all Sam had done for him, he still had the nerve to 
be such a fickle bastard behind his back? As Frodo thought of this, tears 
formed in his eyes. Sam walked in, and put the groceries down in the 
kitchen.
“Mr. Frodo, where are you?” Sam searched for an unreplying Frodo. 
“Fr-” Sam stopped to see Frodo sitting cross- legged on the bed, bent 
over in tears. Sam sat down next to Frodo, put his arm around him, and 
drew him closer.
“Shh…shh… Mr. Frodo, what’s this all for?”
	Frodo looks up at Sam’s caring and worried face. He fails to 
answer, and instead head under Sam’s chin, and nuzzled his neck. Sam 
responded  by lightly kissing the top of Frodo’s head, in comfort. He 
placed his hand under his chin, bringing his head up to look into Frodo’s 
eyes. He saw the hurt in Frodo’s sparkling blue eyes, except the spark 
was gone now, and as Frodo put his head back down, fury filled his own. 
What was bothering his master now, after all their past grievances.
“Mr. Frodo, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, now anxious as ever for an 
answer.
	Frodo looked up into Sam’s concerned eyes. Unable to stand the 
pain he was causing himself and Sam, he burst into sobs. Sam knew that 
Frodo was hiding something. However, knowing Frodo, he would tell him 
soon. Sam cradled Frodo in his arm, rocking him as he would a small 
child, occasionally kissing his forehead, and the hand he was holding.
       ~?~
“Sam…Sam?”
	Frodo was searching for Sam. He had decided that it would be 
best to tell Sam. He couldn’t possibly be angry. The though barely 
skimmed Frodo’s mind.
“Sam?”
“Yes Mr. Frodo?” Sam was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace.
“I’ve told you that there is no need to call me Mr. Frodo.”
“I know Mr. Frodo.”
Frodo smiled, and this caused Sam to smile. Frodo loved to see Sam 
smile.
“I need to talk to you.” Sam’s smile grew smaller. Frodo sat on the arm of 
the armchair, but then Sam pulled him down into his lap. He was still so 
frail. Frodo sat quiet. Sam was tense. He put his arm around Frodo and 
drew him a bit closer to prevent him from falling.
“Well…” Frodo began.
“Do go on.”
“Merry still loves me. And I still love him…”
“I see…”
“But that love is nothing compared to the love that I have for you.”
“So you love me still?”
“That I do.” With this he began to unbutton Sam’s shirt.
“Well then,” said a slightly turned on Sam. “What’s the problem?
	As Frodo played with the curly hairs on Sam’s chest, tears formed 
in his eyes. Sam wiped away the tears, and took Frodo’s hands in his, 
kissing the fingertips individually, sensing the absence of the long gone 
finger. Frodo rested his head on Sam’s strong shoulder, teardrops rolling 
down the side of his face. Sam embraced Frodo.
“Sam, we ought to leave to Shire.”
“And why is this?”
“Because Merry loves me. Although he backed off today, he will be back, 
and something serious might happen.”
“I ask you again… do you love me?”
“Of course I do. You know I-” Sam placed a calloused finger to Frodo’s 
lips.”
“Shh…And do I have you, here in my arms?”
“Yes.”
“Then there is no need to leave.”
       ~?~