TITLE: Love Problems
AUTHOR: Ithil’quessir
DISCLAIMER: They don’t belong to me, though I wish they did.
RATING: NC17
EMAIL: crazy_calzuma@hotmail.com
PAIRING: Frodo/Samwise, Implied Gandalf/ Bilbo, and maybe more later 
on.
SUMMARY: I don’t have one…I’m not good at it. Sorry. Just read and 
maybe you’ll like it. ^_^


Gandalf had just caught Meriodic Brandybuck and Perigrin Took into 
some trouble and he was sitting on a chair at a small table Merry was 
stacking cleaned plates from Pippin on. Gandalf arched a brow at Merry’s 
setting a stack down and he looked up along with the two young hobbits 
when everyone started yelling ‘Speech! Speech Bilbo!’ Gandalf smiled 
fondly at the sight of his most loving friend get up on an upside-down 
barrel and begin his speech. Gandalf looked around watching Bilbo’s 
nephew Frodo listen to Bilbo intensely.

 “My dear Bagginsins and Poppins, Tooks and Brandybucks…” Bilbo 
began with his speech and he continued with the list of all the Hobbits 
who lived in the Shire and who were at his party. “Today is my One 
hundred and eleventh birthday!” Everyone in the crowd yelled ‘Happy 
Birthday!’ lifting their mugs of ale as a toast to old Bilbo. Gandalf 
watched Bilbo speak. “I don’t know half of you as well as I should like, 
and I like less than have of you half as well as you deserve…” Bilbo went 
on and there was an awkward silence amongst the crowd. Gandalf looked 
at Bilbo quizzically, reflecting almost everyone’s facial expression. 

Gandalf watched Bilbo’s hand move into his vest pocket pulling 
something out and putting his arms behind him. Bilbo stood up straight “I 
regret to announce this is the end, I’m going now. I bid you all a very fond 
farewell..” he looked at his nephew and his eyes strayed to Gandalf for a 
moment looking somewhat sad. “Goodbye” he whispered and he slipped 
the ring on his finger disappearing from view. Gandalf stared in shock for 
a moment before turning around and catching a glimpse of Bilbo’s front 
gate swinging open by an unseen person or something. Gandalf stood and 
walked up to Bilbo’s quickly and unnoticed.

Gandalf slipped inside silently and he put his hand on the mantelpiece 
over the warm fire and his other hand on his hip hearing Bilbo walking 
down the hall. “I suppose you thought that was very clever.” He said 
looking at Bilbo. Bilbo jumped and he looked at Gandalf  “Come on 
Gandalf, did you see their faces!” he chuckled softly. Gandalf sighed 
“There are many magic rings in the world Bilbo Baggins and none of them 
should be used like that!”

Bilbo sighed  “Oh, you’re probably right, as usual. You will keep an eye 
on Frodo for me won’t you?” Gandalf watched Bilbo pack “Yes, as often 
as I can spare them.” Bilbo muttered a thanks and continued packing. “I’m 
leaving everything to him.” “What about this ring of yours? Is that staying 
too?” Gandalf asked, his hands on his hips again. “Yes, yes, it’s in an 
envelope over there on the mantelpiece.” Bilbo replied jerking his thumb 
in the direction of the mantelpiece.  Gandalf turned around looking for an 
envelope but turned back hearing Bilbo say the ring was still in his pocket. 
Gandalf and Bilbo spoke of the ring for a few minutes and when Bilbo 
said that Gandalf wanted the ring for himself Gandalf stood straight and 
everything in the small hobbit house seemed to creak. 

“BILBO BAGGINS! I am not trying to rob you!” Gandalf spoke loudly 
and his gaze softened and everything went back to normal light and all. 
“I’m trying to help you!” Bilbo swallowed and whimpered walking over 
and hugging Gandalf around the waist mumbling he was sorry and 
Gandalf descended to his knees “All your long years, we’ve been friends. 
Trust me, as you once did. Let it go.” He spoke gently kissing Bilbo on his 
forehead. Bilbo nodded slipping the ring back in his pocket. “You’re right 
Gandalf,” he sniffed “the ring must go to Frodo. It’s late, the road is long,” 
Bilbo pulled his pack on and walked to the door opening it. “Yes, it is 
time.” He started out the door.

Gandalf watched Bilbo walking over and he stooped somewhat lower to 
see Bilbo under the ceiling. “Bilbo, the ring is still in your pocket.” Bilbo 
stopped looking at Gandalf and he smiled “Oh, yes” he took the ring out 
of his pocket looking at it his hand trembling visibly. He slowly tilted his 
hand, the ring falling to the floor with a dull thump and Bilbo walked out 
quickly stopping and blinking looking at the moon. Gandalf followed him 
to the door stepping outside into the warm night air. 

“I’ve thought up and ending for my book” Bilbo spoke turning around 
“’And he lives happily ever after, ‘til the end of his days’” “And I’m sure 
you will my friend.” Gandalf said walking over and he settled to his knees 
once more smiling at Bilbo. Bilbo held his hand out “Goodbye Gandalf.” 
Gandalf took the hand squeezing gently “Goodbye, dear Bilbo.” He leaned 
over and kissed Bilbo one last time and Bilbo pulled away smiling and 
looking a bit flushed. Bilbo released Gandalf’s hand and he walked down 
shutting the gate behind him and started down the road singing his 
traveling song. Gandalf watched him go “Until our next meeting.” He 
whispered.

Gandalf walked back inside bending to pick the ring up and he received a 
vision of a great eye surrounded by flames and he left the ring lie walking 
over to the fire sitting in a chair and lighting his pipe up. Gandalf spent the 
next half-hour thinking back on his and Bilbo’s younger years.

**Flashback**
Gandalf and Bilbo were wandering around the Shire’s many woods, their 
hands finding one another and Gandalf looked down at Bilbo squeezing 
his hand gently receiving a squeeze back.
Gandalf chuckled and he stopped swooping Bilbo up into his arms holding 
him close and he kissed Bilbo gently. Bilbo chuckled kissing Gandalf back 
and he pushed the pointy hat up a bit on Gandalf’s head wrapping his arms 
around his neck deepening the kiss a bit.

Gandalf found a secluded spot under the shade of many tall trees with soft 
grass and he set Bilbo down sitting against a tall tree’s trunk. Bilbo 
climbed into Gandalf’s lap straddling his hips and he smiled while he 
unlaced Gandalf’s robes and the tunic underneath the wizard becoming 
bare after a few moments of pulling clothes off. Gandalf smiled kissing 
Bilbo lightly before pulling off Bilbo’s clothing.

After a few minutes Gandalf had switched their positions so that Bilbo 
was lying on the soft glade underneath Gandalf. Gandalf pressed his 
weeping member against Bilbo’s secret opening causing the hobbit to 
moan and arch his back in pleasure. Gandalf noted how lovely Bilbo 
looked when he was in pure bliss. Bilbo looked up at the wizard and 
smiled with love “Take me Gandalf.” He whispered.

**End Flashback**

“Bilbo! Bilbo!” Frodo opened the door to his uncle’s house “Bilbo?” He 
stepped on something and looked down seeing a gold ring. He bent down 
and picked it up looking around and seeing Gandalf near the fire smoking 
he walked over “Gandalf?” Gandalf looked at Frodo then down at the ring 
in his hand and he smiled “Bilbo’s ring. He’s gone to stay with the elves. 
He’s left you Bag End.” He held out an envelope for Frodo to put the ring 
in, Frodo dropping the ring into it. “Along with all of his possessions.”

Frodo stayed quiet until Gandalf stood up and he gathered his things and 
told Frodo he had to leave. Frodo followed him to the door “But you’ve 
only just arrived! Gandalf, I don’t understand!” he stopped watching him. 
Gandalf sighs turning and looking at him “Neither do I. Keep it secret, 
keep it safe.” And with that he left Bag End.

It was a few years since Gandalf had left so quickly, along with Bilbo on 
Frodo’s coming-of-age party and Bilbo’s 111th birthday party. Frodo sighs 
thinking back on that night and what Gandalf had said about the ring the 
he had inherited from Bilbo. He sat in his study with a quill in his hand 
contemplating on writing a letter to anyone, in other words the young 
hobbit was bored.

“Mr. Frodo?” Sam’s voice brought Frodo back to reality. Frodo jerked his 
head to the side smiling at Sam “Hullo Sam, sorry I was just day 
dreaming.” Sam, Frodo’s faithful servant, as he had been since he could 
remember smiled happily and held out a tray full of foods “I brought you 
some lunch Mr. Frodo.” “Oh, thank you Sam.” Frodo replied shyly, no 
one knew it and he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he loved Sam, more than 
anything in all Middle-Earth. 

Sam smiled and walked over to a table setting the tray down and he looked 
over his shoulder at Frodo. “Come along Mr. Frodo, before it gets cold.” 
He smiled warmly, Frodo not helping but mirroring that smile with one of 
his own. Frodo stood and walked over to where the table was and he 
looked at the food “Oh, Sam I can’t eat all of this on my own!” he looked 
at Sam smiling. “Stay with me?” Sam felt his insides melting at that 
simple request of his master and he just stared at Frodo. 

Frodo’s brow furrowed in confusion and he stepped closer to Sam putting 
his hand on Sam’s warm chest “Sam?” Sam came out of his dream and his 
face flushed “I..I’m sorry Mr. Frodo I was just thinkin’, what did you ask 
me?” he lowered his eyes embarrassed but he only caught sight of his 
master’s hand on his chest which made his breath catch in his throat.

Frodo smiled happily and he leaned down slightly tilting his head to catch 
Sam’s eyes with his own “I asked you to stay with me. We can share this 
lunch since it’s much more than what I can eat alone.” Sam licked his lips 
bringing his gaze back up and he glanced at the food then back to his 
master catching his gaze again. “Alright Mr. Frodo, I’ll stay with you.” 
Frodo’s face broke out into a wide smile full of happiness. “Thank you 
Sam.” He said softly and he leaned in and kissed Sam’s cheek with a 
feather-like touch.

Sam bit his lip to keep from moaning, he loved his master, as long as he 
could remember he had loved Frodo. Sam sat down next to Frodo and 
watched Frodo pick a few things out setting them on a plate for himself. 
“Go on Sam, pick what you want.” Sam smiled at Frodo and helped 
himself to the food. The two friends, master and servant enjoyed the 
afternoon meal happily, both laughing and talking merrily to one another.

Frodo’s eyes were tearing up from laughing so hard at the joke Sam just 
told him. “Oh Sam!” he choked out laughing still and he wiped his eyes. 
“Oh, what would I do without you?” he asked once his laughing quieted. 
Sam grinned “I suppose you’d waste away Mr. Frodo.” He said poking 
Frodo’s small belly. Compared to more Hobbit’s Frodo’s belly was quite 
on the small size.

Frodo giggled and he blushed slightly after he giggled. Sam just smiled his 
heart swelling with love for Frodo. “I’ll get these dishes washed up for 
you Mr. Frodo.” Sam stood up and he picked up the dishes setting them on 
the tray. Frodo watched Sam and he put his hand on Sam’s arm. “Sam, 
you don’t have to do that.” He said softly. Sam stopped what he as doing 
and looked at Frodo “What do you mean? Course I do, Mr. Frodo.” He 
picked up the tray but the hand on his arm never left. “Sam, leave them 
please? Or let me help you clean them.”  Sam’s eyes widened slightly 
“Help? Mr. Frodo..” Frodo shook his head and cut him off “Frodo.” He 
looked at Sam “Just, Frodo, not Mr. Frodo.” 

Sam stared at Frodo “What?” he was confused on why Frodo wanted him 
to call him Frodo now instead of Mr. Frodo. Frodo smiled slightly and he 
stood up taking the tray from Sam’s grip and he set it down on the table. 
“Just call me Frodo, Sam. Mr. Frodo is too formal for me.” Sam shook his 
head slightly “But I’m your servant..Frodo” he said softly. Frodo sighed 
“No longer Sam.”

Sam’s eyes widened again in fear this time “No longer?!” he pulled back 
tears springing to his eyes. *He’s cutting me loose!* he thought. Frodo 
saw the fear in Sam’s eyes and he stepped forward pulling Sam into a bear 
hug. “Oh, no no Sam that’s not what I mean!” Sam choked back a sob and 
he hugged Frodo back burying his face into the warm neck. Frodo rubbed 
Sam’s back soothingly and he played with the curls on the back of the 
gardener’s neck. “Sam, my dear Sam. I’m not letting you go, I could never 
do that.” He closed his eyes and he moved his face over to Sam’s pointed 
ear “I love you Sam.” He whispered leaning his head against Sam’s. 
*more than you’ll ever know* he added softly in his head.

Sam’s breath caught again and he pulled back a tear straying down his tan 
cheek. Frodo watched the tear slide down the soft cheek and without 
thinking he leaned forward and licked the tear away. Sam gasped at the 
feeling of the warm and wet tongue on his skin. “Frodo” he whispered and 
Frodo looked at him. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and he gazed 
at Frodo for a moment. “What is it Sam?” Frodo spoke softly, almost in a 
whisper. “Frodo, I love you, more than just a dear friend. I have since we 
were little.” Sam confessed and he blushed again, his face turning a lovely 
shade of red along with his ears.

Frodo smiled sweetly “Sam you should see how lovely you look when you 
blush.” Sam laughed slightly smiling “I turn as red as an apple in the 
spring time, I know.” Sam said sheepishly looking at Frodo. Frodo giggled 
and he gathered his courage and he pressed his lips against Sam’s in a shy 
kiss. Sam was surprised by Frodo’s braveness but he smiled and kissed 
Frodo back.

Frodo’s body responded against his wishes and he inwardly cursed himself 
for becoming aroused so near Sam, he didn’t want to scare him off. Sam 
felt something grow hard against his thigh and he shifted his stance 
slightly causing unnecessary friction against that hardness and Frodo 
moaned. Frodo blushed looking away from Sam and he broke the kiss 
“I..I” he stuttered with his words.

Sam smiled, he knew what that hardness was and he glanced down 
between them chuckling softly. “It’s alright Frodo.” He said softly. And 
with a gentle hand he slid a hand down Frodo’s side and he put his hand 
against the bulge in Frodo’s breeches emitting a gasp from Frodo. Frodo’s 
hips reacted by pressing against Sam’s warm hand. “Oh Sam. I’ve wanted 
you to touch me for so long.” He whispered his eyes closing.

Sam leaned over and kissed Frodo’s brow. “I’m here to take care of you 
Frodo, all you had to do was but ask me, and I would have done it.” He 
gently massaged the bulge for a moment before pulling his hand away. 
Frodo whimpered “Why’d you stop Sam?” he opened his eyes looking at 
Sam with lust and love. “I have a better idea my love” he whispered 
kissing Frodo’s nose and he slipped his hand into Frodo’s and led him 
down the hall to Frodo’s room.

Frodo followed feeling both giddy and aroused or nervous and scared, he 
wasn’t sure what exactly he was feeling but he was sure it was a mixture 
of every feeling. Sam pushed open Frodo’s bedroom door smiling to 
himself as he pulled Frodo inside and he locked the door behind them. 
Frodo swallowed nervously “S-Sam, are you sure about this?” Sam turned, 
leaning against the door looking at Frodo with a smile. “I’ve wanted 
nothing more but to show you how much I love you. For as long as I 
remembered, and the nights that I’ve held you when you’ve fallen asleep, I 
have wanted to do that every night.” Frodo smiled and walked over to Sam 
feeling Sam’s strong arms wrap around his small body and he sighed 
happily.

Sam stroked Frodo’s dark curls marveling at how soft they were. 
“Touching your hair is like touching a cloud Frodo.” Frodo laughed 
against Sam’s neck. “I suppose so Sam.”
Frodo and Sam just stood there for a bit Sam stroking Frodo’s curls and 
placing small kisses all over the ivory face. Frodo laughed softly after Sam 
had put butterfly kisses on his closed eyelids. “Sam you’re such a sweet 
heart”

Sam smiled happily ending his kisses with a kiss to the tip of Frodo’s 
nose. “Maybe so Frodo, come on now. Let’s go sit on the bed.” He said 
softly smiling down at Frodo. Frodo looked up at him nervously but he 
nodded and slipped his hand into Sam’s walking over to the bed with him 
sitting down on it pulling Sam next to him.

Sam smiled and he squeezed Frodo’s hand gently “I do love you Frodo.” 
He whispered leaning over kissing Frodo’s cheek gently. Frodo blushed 
smiling “I love you too Sam, with all my heart” The two hobbits just 
looked at one another for a few minutes before Frodo drew up his courage 
and he reached over with his hands to Sam’s shirt collar and he started to 
unbutton the shirt slowly. 

Sam smiled softly watching Frodo’s hands work and he shrugged out of 
his vest and stood up so that Frodo could have better access at his shirt. 
Frodo smiled slightly to himself watching Sam’s chest as more and more 
sun kissed skin was exposed to him. Once Frodo had Sam’s shirt 
unbuttoned and untucked he slid his hands under the shirt on Sam’s 
shoulders pushing the shirt back and he watched it drop to the floor to pool 
around Sam’s wooly hobbit feet.

Sam blushed looking down shyly before glancing up at Frodo. “Your 
hands are chilled to the touch Frodo.” he said softly. “I’ll be warmed up 
soon enough Sam, don’t worry about me.” Frodo grinned slightly looking 
up at Sam and he went back to concentrate on the exposed flesh to him. 
Frodo gently let his hands roam over Sam’s warm chest and he looked up 
at Sam when his fingers brushed against a nipple. “Did I hurt you Sam?” 
he questioned softly.
Sam chuckled softly “No Frodo, not at all. In fact, it was very pleasing.” 
Sam smiled looking at Frodo lovingly. Frodo smiled back “Well, here lie 
on the bed” he said softly standing up and he gently pushed Sam down on 
his back on the bed smiling to himself and he climbed on top of Sam 
straddling his hips gently careful not to crush him. Sam groaned softly 
beneath Frodo his eyes closing. Frodo looked at Sam “I’m not crushing 
you am I my love?” he asked worriedly lifting his hips up. Sam laughed 
smiling happily “Frodo you couldn’t crush me if you tried.” He said 
opening his eyes up and looking at Frodo. Frodo smiled and he leaned 
down kissing Sam gently. 

Sam kissed Frodo back placing his hands gently on Frodo’s thighs. Sam 
tentatively parted his lips and brushed his tongue against Frodo’s lips 
requesting entrance. Frodo gasped parting his lips for Sam wanting to taste 
him in his mouth and wanting to explore Sam’s mouth as well. Sam 
smiled to himself taking this as a good response and he slipped his tongue 
into Frodo’s mouth exploring gently and shyly brushing his tongue against 
Frodo causing both hobbits to moan in pleasure.

After minutes of caressing tongues and explorations of mouths the two 
parted for a breather. Frodo’s face was flushed looking at Sam, both 
panting softly from the lack of air and Frodo kissed Sam gently again 
before trailing his kisses down his jaw line and down his neck sucking 
gently on a vein there emitting a low moan from Sam’s throat. Sam 
squeezed Frodo’s thighs in pleasure with him sucking on his neck “Oh 
Frodo.” He whispered biting his lip gently.

Frodo pulled away after a few moments of sucking on Sam’s neck and he 
looked at the purplish mark he’d left on his neck and he smiled. “I’ve 
marked you as mine Samwise Gamgee” he whispered looking up at him. 
Sam laughed softly “So you have my Frodo. I’ll mark you later though 
since I’m enjoying your little exploration of my body.” Frodo grinned and 
he kept scouting down the length of Sam’s body licking his nipples for a 
moment before moving lower over the lovely roundness of Sam’s belly.

Sam giggled softly when Frodo nuzzled his belly “Frodo, stop that 
tickles.” He said through his giggles. Frodo smiled up at Sam “I love your 
belly, it’s so round and lovely.” He placed a few kisses on his stomach 
before kissing along the edge of Sam’s pants. Sam moaned softly “Take 
them off Frodo, please” he whispered in pleasure. Frodo smiled and he 
slowly discarded the rest of Sam’s clothes along with his own adding to 
the pile on the floor and he sat next to Sam on the bed blushing shyly. 

Sam smiled and he reached a hand up stroking Frodo’s pale cheek 
lovingly. “You’re beautiful Frodo.” He whispered pulling him down for a 
kiss. Frodo smiled and he kissed Sam deeply and lovingly while he 
climbed on top of him. Sam moaned softly feeling Frodo’s skin rub 
against his own. Frodo moved down Sam’s body again kissing and licking 
down him taking in the taste of Sam’s skin. 

Sam gasped and groaned loudly arching off the bed when he felt Frodo’s 
hot, wet mouth around his aroused member. “Oh, Frodo!” Frodo smiled to 
himself around Sam, he’d done this once before with his cousin when he 
started becoming interested in others. Frodo teased Sam hopelessly almost 
driving him to the edge. Sam gripped the bed sheets feeling his climax 
inch closer and he cried out softly when he felt the cold air on him instead 
of Frodo’s warm mouth.

Frodo watched Sam’s face smiling slightly. Frodo kissed Sam’s cheek 
giggling softly. Sam looked at Frodo sighing softly “You’re a tease Frodo 
Baggins” Frodo grinned “I know Sam, but I only tease you” he nuzzled 
Sam gently before lying down next to him playing with his nipples gently 
between his fingers. Sam sucked in his breath between his teeth when 
Frodo did that and he quickly pulled Frodo over and reversed their 
positions so Frodo was underneath him.

Frodo looked up at Sam smiling “Taking charge huh Sam?” he whispered 
kissing the tip of his nose grinning. Sam chuckled “That I am Frodo. I’m 
going to tease you senseless now” He started kissing down Frodo’s body 
teasing him until he squirmed and he licked up the side of Frodo’s 
member taunting him mostly there. Frodo withered beneath Sam gasping 
for breath and slowly going crazy feeling Sam’s hot breath and warm 
tongue on his most private parts. “Please, Sam take me, make me yours.” 
He moaned out causing Sam to look up slightly startled.

“What?” Frodo looked down at Sam with lust filled eyes. “I want to fell 
you inside me Sam. I want you to fill me with your hotness.” He moaned 
softly “Please.” Sam stared at him for a moment slowly turning bright red. 
Frodo looked at Sam “Sam? What’s wrong?” he sat up slightly. Sam 
shook his head “It’s nothing Frodo.” He whispered then he sighed “I don’t 
know how to do it with another lad.” He whispered embarrassed. Frodo 
smiled softly “Oh Sam, why didn’t you just tell me. I’ll guide you.” He 
kissed Sam gently and he looked over at his bedside table.

“In the drawer there, there is a small vial of oil, get that out Sam along 
with the cloth and set it on the stand.” Frodo instructed softly. Sam did as 
he was told and he looked at the oil opening it up. “Now what Frodo?” 
Frodo smiled “Oil up your fingers Sam, you’ll use them to prepare me for 
you.” He whispered huskily. Sam poured some oil on his fingers rubbing 
them around “It smells like summer flowers Frodo.” He said softly 
smiling. Frodo nodded “It’s my favorite smell, but I think your smell may 
move up to the top of my list after tonight.” He smiled then looked down 
gently taking the oil from Sam and he spread his legs apart so Sam sat 
between them. “Now Sam, here.” He gently took Sam’s hand and led him 
to his opening.

Sam gasped softy “There? But won’t it hurt?” he whispered scared of 
hurting his beloved. Frodo giggled softly smiling kindly at Sam “It always 
stings a little at first Sam, or so I’m told. I’ll be able to bear it, besides the 
pleasure I’ll have with override the pain soon enough.” Sam blushed 
“Alright.” He looked down at what he was doing slowly pushing a finger 
against the tight opening looking up at Frodo.

Frodo gasped softly in pain but he willed his muscles to relax so he didn’t 
scare Sam off or anything and he sighing softly in pleasure when he felt 
Sam become bolder and push his finger all the way in and move it around 
gently. Sam removed one finger and slipped in two gently scissoring them 
to stretch the tightness and he brushed against something hard, curious 
Sam pressed his fingers against it. Frodo cried out in pleasure when Sam 
touched his prostate. “Oh Sam,” he moaned softly. “What was that 
Frodo?” Sam asked curiously smiling to himself. “That, oh, that was my 
sweet spot Sam, you have one too.” He looked up at Sam smiling.

Sam smiled happy that he could bring that much pleasure to Frodo with 
just a small brush of his fingers. Sam finally had Frodo oiled up and 
relaxed enough according to Frodo and he removed his fingers gently 
moving to be in place to make love to Frodo. “Are you ready Frodo?” he 
whispered watching him. “Yes, oh yes, Sam I’m ready. Take me, please.” 
Frodo moaned out softly arching his hips up for Sam.

Sam swallowed nervously “Tell me if I hurt you Frodo.” He said softly 
before he slipped in, easier than he expected and he only got whimpers 
and moans of pleasure out of Frodo while he was slipping into him. Sam 
soon found himself fully sheathed in the warmth of Frodo and he moaned 
softly. “Frodo, you feel so good.” Frodo groaned “Move Sam, move inside 
me, take me, claim me, please before I go crazy with need.” He arched his 
back moaning Sam’s name.

Not before long both hobbits were moaning loudly and calling one 
another’s names out in ecstasy. Sam thrusted harder into Frodo moaning 
while Frodo writhed beneath him calling out Sam’s name as he came hard 
onto both their stomachs. Sam followed after Frodo spilling his seed into 
Frodo’s body panting. Frodo clutched his Sam to his chest his eyes closed. 
Sam held on to Frodo, afraid if he opened his eyes it’d just be a dream and 
Frodo wouldn’t be anywhere near the same bed he was in.

After a few moments Frodo opened his eyes relieved to find Sam still 
lying on top of him panting softly. Frodo rubbed Sam’s back gently. “Shh, 
shh my lovely Sam. Calm down.” He grinned slightly running his fingers 
through Sam’s golden curls. Sam lifted his head once he had calmed down 
and he looked at Frodo. “This isn’t a dream is it Frodo?” he whispered 
afraid he’d get the answer he didn’t want to get. Frodo giggled “No Sam, 
this isn’t a dream. It’s real, I’m really here and you’re really here. And 
we’re really here, in bed together, holding one another after making love.” 
He whispered happily smiling.

Tears sprang to Sam’s eyes and he laughed softly. “Oh, Frodo, I’ve dreamt 
of this for so long. Dreams really do come true, my Gaffer wasn’t lying!” 
he grinned a little before he gathered Frodo into his arms and curled 
around him slightly protectively the covers up to their chins and limbs 
tangled under sheets. Frodo smiled purring with happiness curled up with 
Sam and he nuzzled his face into Sam’s. Frodo kissed Sam’s eyes and 
cheeks gently “I love you Samwise Gamgee.” He whispered. Sam grinned 
happily “I love you too Frodo Baggins, always will too.”
Frodo grinned “Get some sleep Sam.” He snuggled against him and closed 
his eyes falling asleep quickly. Sam watched Frodo sleep for a bit before 
letting himself fall asleep into peaceful dreams.

Sam woke up startled, sitting up and he sighed. “Just a dream.” He 
murmured “Why do I always have that dream while I’m way out here in 
the middle of horror?” He said looking around, then he panicked - where’s 
Frodo?! He looked in all directions but only caught sight of that dreadful 
creature that followed him and Frodo and was their guide to Mordor. 
Without thinking, Sam snarled and jumped on Gollum putting the blade of 
his sword against his throat.

Gollum whimpered “Mercy! Mercy! Have mercy good Hobbit!” “Where 
is he?! Where’s Frodo at you miserable thing?” Sam pressed the blade 
against the pale neck. Frodo hurried back when he heard Gollum’s 
terrified whimper “Sam, Sam, stop it!” He hurried over touching Sam’s 
arm. Sam looked up then back at Gollum letting the creature go and he 
stood up “Where were you Mr. Frodo? I was worried you were hurt, or 
worse.”

Frodo held his hand up cutting Sam off. “I’m fine Sam.” Frodo sighed 
looking at Gollum then to Sam. “You’ve changed Sam.” He said softly. 
“Changed? I’ve changed Mr. Frodo? What do you mean by that?” Sam put 
his sword away watching Frodo closely. “If you ask me, Mr. Frodo, it’s 
you that’s changed. Because of that filthy thing!” his eyes strayed toward 
the ring around Frodo’s neck. Frodo turned around to face Sam a fire in 
his eyes “What do you know about it?! Nothing!” he walked off a few feet 
then stopped his head dropping. “I’m sorry Sam, I don’t know why I said 
that.”

Sam swallowed the tears threatening to spill over in his eyes. “It’s because 
of the ring, Mr. Frodo. It’s getting to you, making you this way. It’s 
making you cold.” He said softly sniffing and wiping his eyes. Frodo kept 
quiet for a few moments. “Get the things together Sam, we need to get 
moving.” Frodo picked up his pack putting it on and straightened his 
cloak. Sam did as he was told quietly.

Gollum scuttled along ahead of the two hobbits. “Come now hobbits, 
quickly. We’re getting close.” He hissed to himself as he stopped for a 
moment to let the two catch up with him. “Frodo, please, can’t we rest for 
a bit?” Sam puffed along behind the two. “No Sam, we must keep going. 
It’s not even evening yet.” Frodo replied not even glancing over his 
shoulder at his companion. Sam made a frustrated sound “It’s close 
enough to it.” He muttered then tripped on a rock yelling in surprise as he 
slid back down the small cliff he’d just climbed.

Frodo turned around panicking when he didn’t see Sam. “SAM!” he 
jumped back over to the edge leaning over looking for Sam, calling out for 
him again. Sam coughed groaning softly just faintly hearing Frodo calling 
his name. “I’m alright Mr. Frodo.” He called back weakly. Frodo searched 
the rocks for a sign of Sam and once he heard his voice he sighed with 
relief. “Hold on Sam, I’ll be down to get you.” Frodo looked around 
before turning around and he started his way back down the cliff to get 
Sam.

Sam looked up “Mr. Frodo, don’t. I’ll be able to get up there myself.” He 
stood up wincing as pain shot through his ankle. Frodo shook his head “Sit 
down Sam and stay still while I come down there.” Frodo eventually got 
down where Sam was, almost slipping himself. “Sam, are you alright?” he 
asked softly walking over to him taking his pack off. Sam sighed “I’m fine 
Mr. Frodo, my ankles just hurtin’ a little.” Sam said softly looking away. 
Frodo sat in front of Sam reaching over he brushed his fingers against 
Sam’s cheek. “Anything else hurting Sam?” he asked quietly. Sam 
glanced up wanting to say his heart was hurting with seeing Frodo that 
way but all he could do was shake his head “No, nothing Mr. Frodo.” He 
whispered swallowing tears.

Frodo nodded “Alright, let’s make camp here for tonight and climb up that 
thing tomorrow again.” Frodo looked around “Where’s Gollum gotten 
too?” he muttered to himself before he pulled out his bedroll lying it on 
the ground. Sam sighed pulling his pack off and he stood up wincing and 
he limped over to a space picking up a few sticks to start a fire. Frodo 
looked at Sam “What’re you doing?” Sam shrugged a shoulder sitting on a 
rock digging through his pack for a few pots and pans. “Fixing dinner.” 
He said simply.

Frodo sighed getting up and moving over to where Sam was “Oh, alright. 
Can I help?” Sam shrugged “I don’t know what I’ll make yet though Mr. 
Frodo.” Just then Gollum came running up, knocking Frodo onto his back 
sitting on his stomach holding up two cooneys. “Look what nice Gollum 
caught for the nice Hobbitss!” he seemed quite proud of himself. “Nice 
juicy cooneys!” he grinned slightly and he stroked the cooney’s fur for a 
moment before he tore into it like an animal right in front of Frodo’s face. 
Frodo couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gollum eating the cooney in front 
of his face, a horrified look on his face.

Sam looked at Gollum utterly disgusted with him and he yanked him off 
Frodo grabbing the cooneys. “Stop that, you miserable thing!” he scolded 
Gollum. “I’m going to make soup out of these two here, go off somewhere 
while I cook, you Stinker!” Gollum muttered and he slunk off muttering to 
himself about the nassty hobbitss. Sam dropped the cooneys next to the 
small fire he’d gotten going and he crawled over next to Frodo. “Mr. 
Frodo? Are you alright?” he touched Frodo’s shoulder gently. Frodo 
looked up at Sam with watery eyes “Yes, no. Sam, I don’t know 
anymore.” He curled up slightly into a ball. 

Sam wrapped his arms around Frodo shushing him softly. “Oh, Mr. Frodo, 
I hate seeing you like this. All upset and scared.” He held Frodo close to 
him rubbing his back. Frodo snuggled close to Sam “I’m sorry Sam. I 
don’t mean to hurt you or make you upset. It’s just being out here and with 
this ring.” His hand clutched at his chest sighing softly when he felt the 
ring beneath his shirt. Sam shook his head “It’s getting to you Frodo.” He 
whispered planting a gently kiss on Frodo’s forehead. Frodo looked up at 
Sam. “Do you still love me Sam?” he asked quietly.

Sam looked at Frodo taken back “Of course I do Frodo!” he said hugging 
him closer. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop loving you.” Frodo 
closed his eyes and he put his head under Sam’s chin. “Show me?” he 
looked up at Sam “Show me how much you love me Sam, please.” Sam 
swallowed “I want to Frodo, I really do, but I’m not sure if we should with 
Stinker around and everything.” Frodo sighed “I don’t care about him 
Sam, just love me, please.” Frodo ran his hand down Sam’s chest kissing 
his chin gently.



Sam swallowed “Alright Frodo.” He said softly and he tilted Frodo’s chin 
up kissing him gently on the lips. Frodo moaned softly and wrapped his 
arms around Sam’s neck moving to straddle his hips to kiss him better. 
Sam wrapped his arms around Frodo’s waist leaning back against a rock. 
Frodo started unbuttoning Sam’s shirt pushing it off his shoulders while 
Sam had Frodo’s shirt unbuttoned and halfway off as well.

Gollum came slinking back and he hissed “Oh, Hobbitss sshouldn’t be 
touching one another like that.” he said crawling over towards the 
cooneys. “Itss nassty” Frodo and Sam startled looking over at Gollum 
slinking closer to them. “Go away Gollum, take your half eaten cooney 
and go for now, let us have a night to ourselves.” Frodo said sternly half 
glaring at Gollum. Gollum hissed and he grabbed the cooney in his mouth 
and slunk off again. Frodo sighed softly and snuggled back against Sam. 
“Let’s make a fire Sam, then we can continue.” He said quietly smiling at 
him.

Sam nodded slightly “Alright.” He gently got up setting Frodo on the 
ground, gathering a bit of wood he had earlier and he started a fire up to 
warm he and Frodo up, laying his and Frodo’s bedrolls out near the fire. 
“Should I make some supper for us first Frodo?” he glanced over at Frodo 
who had crawled onto the bedrolls. “No, Sam, I’m not hungry for food 
right now. Come back over here with me.” He smiled patting the spot next 
to him. Sam laughed softly smiling “Alright Frodo, just a minute.” He 
grabbed a few blankets from his pack and came over.

Frodo pulled Sam down next to him snuggling against him again sighing 
happily. Sam chuckled softly “Frodo, you’re awful cuddly today.” He 
smiled putting his arms around him happily holding him close. Frodo 
smiled, the first real smile he shown in days “I have my Sam with me, of 
course I’m cuddly” he whispered looking up at Sam with his bright blue 
eyes shining with love for the golden haired hobbit. Sam smiled brightly 
“Well that’s a change in mood quickly, it’s slightly strange for you but I 
like this mood much better than the sulky mood.” He said softly.

Frodo smiled faintly “I suppose you would like this mood better than 
others I’ve had lately.” he said quietly and he gently kissed Sam’s cheek. 
Sam turned his head slightly and he caught Frodo’s lips in a kiss smiling 
slightly against Frodo’s lips as he kissed him. Frodo kissed Sam back 
trying not to be too eager but he was in need of some serious release at the 
moment from being stressed out as of late. Sam giggled softly against 
Frodo’s lips since he could tell Frodo was eager, almost as much as he was 
but Sam had a way to keep calm.

Sam pulled Frodo to his chest wrapping his arms around his waist as he 
continued to kiss him lovingly. Frodo moaned slipping his arms around 
Sam’s neck running his fingers through the curls on the back of Sam’s 
neck. Sam gasped softly shivering a little, and when he opened his mouth 
Frodo took the opportunity and he slipped his tongue into Sam’s mouth 
exploring slowly. It was Sam’s turn to moan this time, and he did so from 
the back of his throat. Both of their tongues glided across one another as 
each explored the others mouth they already knew well, probing gently at 
corners and secret spaces.

Before Sam could do anything about it, he found himself on his back with 
Frodo on top of him kissing his neck and licking lower unbuttoning his 
shirt and exposing his chest to the somewhat cool night air. Frodo licked 
Sam’s collarbone gently before kissing along it as he unbuttoned a few 
more of the buttons on Sam’s shirt pushing it further back from his chest. 
Sam gasped loudly arching his back when he felt Frodo’s lips on his 
nipple and he groaned helplessly his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. 
Frodo smiled a little and he planted feather-light kisses around Sam’s 
nipple before he licked the hardening nub gently.

Sam sucked in his breath through his teeth “Frodo,” he breathed moaning 
softly “You’ll be the death of me by driving me crazy.” He said softly 
biting his lower lip. Frodo laughed smiling looking up at Sam “I hope not 
Sam, I’d die without you around.” He said quietly kissing the bronze 
colored chest. Sam opened his eyes slightly looking down at Frodo “Then 
I’ll stick around with you.” He murmured smiling. Frodo looked up at him 
grinning and he gently nipped Sam’s nipple “Good, I wouldn’t let you off 
that easily anyway.” 

Sam jumped slightly when Frodo nipped him but he laughed softly 
smiling wide. Frodo slid his body against Sam’s as he came back up to 
give him a kiss. And Frodo kissed Sam lovingly before sitting up 
straddling Sam’s waist and he smiled down at him. Sam chuckled looking 
up at Frodo grinning slightly and he gently put his hands on Frodo’s knees 
rubbing them gently. Frodo giggled softly smiling and he wiggled around 
slightly on top of Sam playfully moaning softly when his crotch rubbed 
Sam’s. 

Sam moaned closing his eyes again and he rubbed back as much as he 
could and he slid his hands up Frodo’s thighs briefly stopping at his crotch 
to feel the bulge there. He went up higher and started unbuttoning Frodo’s 
shirt and vest pushing it away and down his arms slightly. Frodo grinned 
and he shrugged out of his clothes on top then leaned down to get some 
skin contact between his and Sam’s bare chests, moaning softly when he 
felt Sam’s hot skin on his. Sam moaned softly leaning up he found Frodo’s 
lips close to his and he kissed Frodo deeply sliding his hands down 
Frodo’s back rubbing gently.

Frodo smiled kissing Sam back eagerly pressing his body against Sam 
getting him out of the clothes he had on until he was laid out beneath him 
in the nude and looking quite pretty since his face was flushed red from 
being kissed and happiness. Sam blushed slightly swallowing, feeling 
slightly nervous but he kept quiet a small smile on his face. Frodo sat 
back, straddling Sam still, and he looked down at the lovely site and he 
smiled. “You are beautiful Samwise Gamgee.” He said softly grinning 
slightly. Sam’s face reddened even more shaking his head slightly “Am 
not Frodo. You’re the one who’s beautiful.” 

Frodo chuckled; he loved how Sam would blush when any comment was 
made on his features or how he looked when he got embarrassed. Sam 
sighed softly, happily just watching Frodo. Frodo grinned slightly and he 
leaned down and kissed Sam gently for a few moments before he slid 
down Sam’s body to his groin and he looked up at Sam. “May I?” he 
whispered looking at Sam’s member briefly then back up at Sam.



Sam gasped softly feeling Frodo’s breath on him as he spoke and he 
nodded “Yes, yes please Frodo go ahead” he moaned softly. Sam licked 
his lips closing his eyes leaning his head back. Frodo smiled a little and he 
gently kissed the tip of the straining member causing to emit a moan from 
Sam’s mouth. Sam gripped the earth as he moaned in pleasure arching his 
hips up slightly. Frodo smiled faintly and he gently took the tip of Sam’s 
member into his mouth taking a suck of him tasting Sam for the first time.

Sam gasped loudly “Oh, Frodo!” his hips bucked up as a reflex. Frodo 
pulled back in surprise laughing softly. “Peace, Samwise” he smiled up at 
him moving up and kissing him gently before he moved back down “Try 
not to buck if you can love” Frodo whispered smiling before he took 
Sam’s member into his mouth again sucking and swirling his tongue 
around him gently. Sam groaned in pleasure and he restrained himself, not 
wanting to hurt Frodo or gag him if he bucked his hips.

Frodo licked up and down Sam’s member using his long Hobbit fingers to 
gently fondle the twin sacs that hung below. Sam moaned in pleasure 
biting his fist to keep from crying out too loudly or to buck his hips. “Oh, 
Frodo” he moaned out softly. Frodo grinned and he took all of Sam into 
his mouth sucking and just pleasuring him grazing him with his teeth and 
driving him wild. Sam jerked slightly and after a moment he went rigid 
and he cried out in pleasure spilling his seed into Frodo’s mouth.

Frodo moaned softly almost coming at the sounds Sam was making but he 
held himself as he swallowed all of Sam’s seed, milking him for all he was 
worth. Sam shivered from head to toe panting. Frodo smiled and slipped 
Sam from his mouth gently kissing up to his mouth and he kissed Sam 
lovingly when he got there hugging him close. Sam moaned softly kissing 
Frodo back, tasting himself on Frodo’s tongue. Frodo smiled and he broke 
the kiss after a minute looking down at Sam. “That was lovely Sam.” He 
whispered.




Sam swallowed and nodded “Yes it was Frodo” he murmured smiling. 
“Now you.” He said and he rolled them over so he was on top of Frodo. 
Frodo giggled softly smiling up at Sam and he kissed his nose gently. 
“Yes, me now.” He said smiling. Sam smiled and he moved his hand 
down between Frodo’s legs and he stroked him gently. Frodo moaned 
softly pushing his hips up into Sam’s fist. “Sam, oh my dear sweet, Sam, 
you are lovely.” Frodo cooed softly.

Sam smiled, blushing a little kissing Frodo all over his face and the 
corners of his mouth gently while he rubbed his thumb across the tip. 
Frodo moaned again arching his back and kissing Sam deeply. Sam kissed 
back and for a moment he lingered on kissing Frodo but he broke it, 
ignoring the whimper of protest from Frodo and he made a trail of kisses 
along Frodo’s jaw line and down his neck and chest. Frodo moaned softly 
leaning his head back enjoying the sensations Sam was giving him. Sam 
lingered on Frodo’s dark nipples that were hardened licking and sucking 
on them.

Frodo called out in pleasure grasping handfuls of Sam’s golden curls 
pressing him to his chest “Oh, oh, oh Sam!” he panted “Please Sam” he 
whimpered softly writhing beneath him begging for release. Sam grinned, 
extremely proud of himself for driving Frodo to this place of want like he 
did so many months before. Sam sucked harder on a nipple; biting at it 
gently and licking it then switched to the other nipple repeating it.

Frodo cried out loudly in pleasure bucking his hips up a last time and 
spilling his seed into Sam’s hand clutching him to his chest panting. Sam 
nuzzled Frodo’s chest and he gently removed his hand once Frodo was 
finished and he wiped it off on the grass. “Frodo I love you so much.” He 
murmured moving next to Frodo putting a blanket over them and he 
hugged Frodo close to him kissing his face gently, his chest swelling with 
love for Frodo.

Frodo’s panting calmed down after a moment and he smiled up at Sam. 
“That was very lovely Sam, thank you. I’ve missed being with you like 
this Sam.” He whispered nuzzling Sam’s face giving him a short kiss. Sam 
nodded “As did I Frodo. I wanted to take you in my arms and hold you 
close whenever we were with Strider and the rest of the Fellowship. Only I 
was too scared of what they would have said. Otherwise I would have 
been right there with you Frodo.” 

Sam gently picked up Frodo’s hand and kissed it lightly, lacing their 
fingers together. Frodo couldn’t help but grin. “I wanted to be with you 
too then Sam, I wanted it to be like it was in the Shire. You holding me 
close on the cold nights, or if I had a bad dream, or even if I just wanted to 
cuddle, you were right there for me. I’m so lucky to have you Samwise 
Gamgee.” He grinned and kissed Sam lovingly. 

The kiss lasted for a long moment before Frodo broke it. “Did you hear 
that?” he whispered his eyes shifting around. Sam listened but heard 
nothing “Hear what?” he whispered back looking at him curiously. Frodo 
sat up “Get dressed Sam.” He ordered calmly and Sam could see he was 
no longer his Frodo but Mr. Frodo again. Frodo clutched at his chest for 
the ring stroking it slightly when he felt the ring in his hands as he dressed 
himself, paying no attention to his lover.

Sam felt utterly hurt by what Frodo had just done, was his for a time then 
went back to that retched thing, clutching at it as if it was his life support. 
Sam got dressed and he began working on the cooney stew he was starting 
on earlier. Frodo snuck off into the bushes and trees nearby unseen. Sam 
didn’t notice Frodo has disappeared, nor did he notice anything until he 
heard the familiar hissing and harsh breathing of Gollum.

“Whatss fat hobbit making?” Gollum looked at the boiling pot curiously. 
Sam sighed wanting to thump Gollum on the head for saying he was fat, 
he wasn’t fat! Hobbits were naturally pleasantly plump for Valor’s sake! 
“I’m making a stew, that’s what I’m making Stinker.” He grumbled back 
“Stew?! Oh, you nassty hobbits ruining the cooney!” Gollum said alarmed 
“Nassty stew you hobbit make, eat it raw!” he grinned.

Sam made a disgusted face at Gollum “Would you be quiet, you don’t 
have to eat it. It’s for Mr. Frodo and I.” He went back to stirring the stew. 
“Mr. Frodo, the stews ready.” Not hearing a response Sam looked up and 
saw that Gollum had slunk off again muttering to himself but Frodo was 
no where to be seen. “Frodo!?” Sam stood up and he ran off into the brush 
looking for Frodo.

Frodo had followed the sounds he head up onto a little hill, lying flat on 
his belly watching soldiers of some kind march by. Sam walked up 
panting “Frodo!” Frodo turned looking at Sam “SHH!” he hissed then 
pulled Sam down next to him “Quiet, look” he whispered pointing at the 
people. “Who are they?” Sam whispered glancing at Frodo. Frodo shook 
his head “I don’t know, but I don’t like the fact that they’re so close to us.” 
Sam nodded “Come on back to the camp Frodo, the stews almost finished 
brewing.”

Frodo didn’t reply, just stood up and snuck back to camp with Sam sitting 
down sighing and pulling his knees to his chest. Sam glanced at him 
stirring the stew some more before stopping and he looked around hearing 
a yelp and he saw Frodo get arrows pointed at him along with himself by a 
group of Men. Sam swallowed looking at Frodo worriedly. The last thing 
either Hobbit saw was each other then blindfolds were put over their eyes 
and they saw no more.

The Men picked the hobbits up along with their things and carried them 
back to their hideout for their captain, Faramir to have a look at and a talk 
with the two. Sam felt himself be set on a stone floor along with a small 
body next to him, Frodo. Sam turned his head and he felt Frodo slump 
against him whimpering softly. “Shh, Mr. Frodo, we’ll be alright.” Sam 
whispered.

After a few hours of talking with Faramir, Frodo and Sam found 
themselves locked in a root cellar type room. Sam looked over at Frodo 
“You should make a run for it Mr. Frodo.” He said softly. Frodo looked 
over at Sam, shook his head slightly “No Sam.” He murmured. Sam slid 
over next to him “Yes you should, you can make it Mr. Frodo, I know you 
can. The you can get rid of that thing that’s your burden.” Frodo glared at 
Sam for a moment but didn’t say anything, just stared off into space and 
curled up more tightly.

The door opened and Faramir stood there “We found that creature.” He 
said softly. Frodo looked up, knowing the man was speaking of Gollum. 
“Come along.” Faramir said. Frodo stood up and Sam did as well and 
Faramir stopped him. “Not you, just him.” Sam opened his mouth to 
protest but he felt a hand on his arm and he looked at Frodo. “No Sam, just 
stay here. I’ll be back.” He said softly. Sam swallowed nervously but he 
nodded slightly sitting back down glaring daggers at Faramir.

Faramir took Frodo to a ledge above a pool. Down below Gollum was 
sitting on a rock, then dove into the waters, climbing back up with a fish 
wiggling in his mouth. Frodo looked up at Faramir. Faramir watched 
Gollum with disgust. “The creature’s found the secret pool. The penalty 
for swimming in the secret pool is death.” He lifted a hand and archers 
came into view above Gollum with their bows notched and aimed at 
Gollum to kill. “One word from me and they’ll release.” Faramir stated 
softly.

Frodo’s eyes widened, “No! No, let me speak to him, he’ll trust me. Just 
don’t hurt him.” He pleaded with Faramir. Faramir flicked his hand and 
the archers disappeared “Follow me.” He stated and he walked down 
pointing to a spot for Frodo to walk to talk to Gollum. Gollum was singing 
to himself about the fish while he ate. Frodo swallowed “Smeagol.” He 
walked up to the shore. Gollum turned around shocked to see Frodo 
“Master left! Master said he’d be nice to Smeagol.” He backed up a bit. 

“No, master didn’t leave. He’s right here. Come Smeagol, you’re safe 
now, master’s here.” Frodo waved a hand smiling slightly at Gollum 
watching him slowly come towards him. Gollum walked up to Frodo with 
the fish in his mouth “Nice master.” He said around the fish. Frodo 
nodded and was about to speak when a few archers jumped Gollum and he 
got tied up. Frodo turned and sought out Faramir glaring at him. “You said 
you wouldn’t hurt him!”

Faramir smirked and he led them back to the hideout. Two men carrying 
Frodo and two dragging Gollum along. Back in the cell with Sam, Frodo 
was furious at Faramir and glared at him but didn’t say a word. Faramir 
got word about trouble not too far away so he sent orders out for the 
company to move. Sam and Frodo were blindfolded again for a while until 
they reached a city of ruins, the men pushing the hobbits along.

Frodo and Sam were backed against a wall with Faramir in front of them 
talking to the men holding the hobbits still. Frodo’s eyes sunk shut for a 
moment before he looked up at Faramir with a dark and evil look in his 
eyes “They’re here…they’ve come for it.” He said in a low voice, unlike 
his own. Sam looked at Frodo with wide eyes, then he heard it. 

A horrible screeching filled the air. The Nazgul’s were here to kill and 
find the ring. The men scattered about to defend the city, archers sending 
arrows flying at the Nazgul and the beasts they flew on. No one even 
noticing the Hobbits. Frodo wandered off into the streets, climbing a 
stairway, looking as if he were in a daze.  Sam looked around for Frodo, 
terrified since he couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Frodo! Mr. Frodo, where are you?!” Sam screamed that as he ran about 
trying to find his beloved. Catching a glimpse of someone climbing a 
flight of stairs to a bridge Sam gasped in horror. Frodo was on the 
staircase! Sam raced after him puffing and calling Frodo’s name when he 
got a breath hoping he’d stop before something dreadful happened to him. 
Frodo didn’t hear Sam’s callings to him. He walked into the middle of the 
bridge looking at a Nazgul as it flew closer and closer to the bridge.

The Nazgul flew up facing Frodo. The creature it was flying on screeched 
and hissed at Frodo watching his every move. Frodo pulled the ring out 
from under his shirt holding it up for the Nazgul to see. He moved his 
other hand towards it, moving to slip it on. The creature reached it’s claw 
our to grab Frodo and kill him but it screeched and yanked back in 
surprise feeling the sting of metal in its skin. Sam had reached Frodo and 
stabbed the creature. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Sam slashed at the creature a few more times but didn’t get him anymore 
and he looked at Frodo who had almost slipped the ring on and he grabbed 
his hands keeping them apart and he ring fell back to it’s place on Frodo’s 
chest “No Mr. Frodo!” Frodo snarled and he lunged himself on Sam 
causing them both to tumble back down the stairs landing with a thud at 
the bottom. Somehow on the way down Frodo had unsheathed Sting and 
was pointing it to Sam’s throat snarling at him.




Sam’s eyes filled with sudden, terrified tears. “Mr. Frodo..” he croaked out 
through tears “It’s your Sam, Mr. Frodo, Sam. Don’t you know your own 
Sam?” he whispered a tear sliding down his cheek. Frodo blinked his eyes 
and he looked at Sam his breathing slowing and when he saw the first tear, 
then more to follow he gasped and scampered back off Sam dropping his 
sword. “Oh, Sam. I’m so sorry!”

Sam swallowed more tears sobbing softly as he moved to sit up. “It’s 
alright Mr. Frodo.” He said hiccuping slightly. Sam looked at Frodo as he 
sat there and he stood up slowly watching him. Frodo stood up, picking up 
Sting and sheathing it again. “I’m sorry Sam, I shouldn’t have done that. 
Why was I up there?” Sam shrugged “I don’t know, but it looked like you 
were going to give the ring to that Ringwraith.” He said softly wiping the 
tears from his eyes and calming down slightly.

Frodo was quiet for a moment and he walked over to Sam, feeling light 
headed and he almost passed out slumping onto Sam. Sam held Frodo, 
moving to a sitting position again holding Frodo close to him “Stay still 
Mr. Frodo, everything will be alright.” He said softly kissing Frodo’s 
curls. Frodo closed his eyes and shivered violently, even being so near 
Sam he was freezing.

About a half-hour later Faramir and his men found the two hobbits sitting 
side by side. Faramir cleared his throat getting the two’s attention. “I’ve 
decided to let you two go.” He announced. 
Frodo glared at him “And Smeagol.” He said sternly. Faramir motioned 
and Gollum was tossed at the two’s feet. Gollum whimpered and 
scrambled to Frodo’s side hiding his face in his shoulder. Sam glared at 
Gollum but kept quiet as he stood up with Frodo.

“My men and I will accompany you to the forest, from there forth you will 
be on your own.” Faramir said and he, his men, the hobbits, and Gollum 
walked until they came upon the woods. “May your journey be 
successful.” Faramir said lightly then left with his men leaving the three 
alone. Gollum hissed at the retreating backs. “Come hobbitss…Smeagol 
shows them the way.” He gurgled and slunk off into the trees.

Frodo and Sam followed quietly for a while then Sam broke the silence. “I 
wonder if they’ll make stories of you Mr. Frodo.” He said thoughtfully. 
Frodo laughed “I don’t know if they will Sam.” Sam smiled “Sure hey 
will. ‘Dad I want to hear the story of Frodo the Courageous’” Frodo 
chuckled “You forgot an important character out of the story ‘Samwise the 
Brave’.” Frodo declared with a grin looking back at Sam. The two were so 
caught up in their story thoughts, they didn’t notice that Gollum had gone 
off on his own talking to himself.

Gollum hissed and made gurgling sounds “Those two nassty 
hobbitss..Gollum should kill them!” “Oh no! Not kill them, master nice to 
Smeagol.” Smeagol said. Gollum hissed “They left you, let those men take 
you and tie you up!” Smeagol bit his fingers “Master did not mean to!” 
“Oh yes he did! You should kill them, and eat the fat hobbit.” Gollum 
hissed a sick grin on his face. Smeagol shook his head “NO, no, no! Wait, 
what if, SHE killed them?” “She?! Oh, yes She would like them…nice 
juicy hobbitss..” Gollum hissed nodding. 

Smeagol nodded “Yes, lead them to her lair and she can kill them.” He 
crawled back to where the two were hearing Sam yelling for him. 
“STINKER! Where is he?” Sam grumbled walking along with Frodo. 
Frodo kept quiet just walking with Sam looking for Gollum. Gollum 
popped out from behind a tree. “There you are, where’d you run off to?” 
Sam said glaring at Gollum. “Nice hobbits catch up! Hurry now, must go 
through caves now!” Gollum smiled waving the two to follow him.

Frodo and Sam followed Gollum through the woods, not knowing where 
he was going to lead them and never suspecting that Gollum would lead 
them to their deaths….


To be continued or The End? I don’t know…this is my first fic, email me 
back if you’d like me to write more and such.(emails up top thanks!) 
Byez! – Ithil’quessir