Title: The Power
Author: Ladyhawk (lhflu@yahoo.com)
Category: Romance 
Rating: R 
Pairing: Frodo/Sam 
Disclaimer: JRRT --the one, the man, the author. How could I
possibly live up to that? 
Summary: Ha! The ring doesn't know the meaning of the word
orgasmic. 
  


 The Power
 by Ladyhawk (lhflu@yahoo.com) 



 'Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee'

 I didn't know how hard that was going to be when we started out
from Hobbiton. I couldn't have. How was I to know we'd end up
chased by dark horsemen, fighting Orcs, nearly falling off
bridges. . .and losing the wisest of us. 

 I can't ever be what Gandalf was to Mr. Frodo, but I will try
to do as he asks. I don't need the promise to the wise old
wizard to guide me, but it is something to hold onto. Something
to tell Frodo so I don't have to tell him why I really stay tied
to him like a saddle to a pony. 

 So I watch him as he sleeps at night. When Gimli's standing
guard at our perimeter and Legolas is out staring at the stars,
I stare at the one star that is my whole world while pretending
to dream. 

 His face is so gentle and beautiful, he could be an elf. Just
like Arwen, the elf that rescued him from a wraith existence. My
Frodo's skin glows from the inside, as if his soul can fight off
the evil of the ring he wears, just by existing. 

 But sometimes the Ring is too much for him. Like tonight. Just
as Gimli walks past our resting place, I see Frodo startle and
tangle himself in the cloak draped over him. 

 His face is filled with fear as he sits up, panting. I guess
that he was probably dreaming of the horsemen. I know they haunt
my sleep, and my waking hours too. 

 Whatever bothers my master, it probably has something to do
with Gandalf. I see tears streak down his face, reflected by the
firelight. His pain calls to me so badly I almost jump up and
hug his too-skinny body to me. But I hold myself back because
I'm afraid--afraid that I won't be able to do anything. 

 I shift restlessly in my sorrow. I look through slitted eyelids
and see Frodo gaze toward me. At first, his eyes are filled with
a bittersweet pain, as if he knows what is bothering me. But
then it happens. 

 All of a sudden, my master's body stiffens as if hit by an
arrow. His beautiful form sways as his eyes roll back in his
head. I hear a moan leave his lips, which causes me to start to
shake. I know what happens next. But before it can, I abandon
all pretense of sleeping and leap toward him. 

 I won't lose my master to the ring! I can't! "No, Mr. Frodo,
no." I grab the hand holding the ring and pull it away from his
other hand. "Please, Mr. Frodo." 

 He gasps as he comes back to himself. His eyes are clear but
frightened as they gaze into mine. "Sam." 

 Before I can reply, his arms are wrapped around me and his head
rests on my chest. Sobs wrack his frame. "Oh, Sam. What am I
going to do?" 

 I pat his head with my callused hand, trying to reassure him.
"I don't know, Mr. Frodo. But I'll be here to help, whatever it
takes." 

 His curls tickle my chin as his sorrow quiets. "It's so hard,
Sam. I know I shouldn't, but it feels so good to put it on." 

 "Think about other good things, Mr. Frodo. It can't be as good
as dancing at Bilbo's party or running through the Shire fields
on a summer day, or. . ." My mind thinks of the thing the ring
most definitely can't be better than. But I can't say it. I
can't hurt him by shoving my feelings onto him. 

 But he sees right through me. The Gaffer would have laughed at
how easily my heart is seen by my master. Frodo grabs my chin
and brings my face right next to his. His eyes suddenly shine
with a light like none I've ever seen. 

 "Or what, Sam?" 

 The light draws me. Before I can stop myself, my lips cover
his. My body molds itself to his elvish form. 

 His lips open to the touch of my tongue. I delve deeply,
learning every inch of my sweet master's mouth. Swooning with
love and desire, I pull back to catch my breath, to gaze into
the face of my beloved. 

 As I do so, I am greeted by the most amazing sight. 

 My master's form is again tight, as if shot by an arrow. Again,
his eyes roll inward, as if the sight before him is too intense.
But as the moan leaves his lips, he reaches not for the ring. 

 He reaches for me! 

 Frodo's arms wrap around me, drawing me back to him. His
melodic voice whispers in my ear. "More, Sam. Please." 

 Of course I oblige. My lips fall to devour his as my clumsy
hands begin to grope for his perfect skin. But his clothes are
too much for me in my haste. A button pops off his waistcoat
from my rough handling. 

 His happy laugh though, it almost makes me glad I'm clumsy.
"Let me help you, Samwise. I do need to put these back on in the
morning." 

 So I sit back and watch as Frodo removes each garment. He
smiles as his eyes catch mine from under the hem of the mithril
coat. "Do I not get to feel your skin as well, Master Gamgee?" 

 "Oh." I break out of the trance caused by watching my true
desire being revealed to me. I close my eyes so I can unbutton
my shirt without losing my place. 

 Gentle hands help ease my trousers down when I fumble with
them. I feel his breath on that most private of places as I step
out of them. "Sam, you're. . ." 

 I open my eyes to see the naked form of my beloved on his knees
before me, admiration in his eyes. No, this is not what I want.
As tempting as this is, the vision of his taut, straining body
appeals to me even more. 

 So I kneel down and urge him to the soft grass below us. "Let
me, Mr. Frodo. Let me help you." 

 He looks more appetizing than the finest feast as he stretches
out before my eyes. I devour him with my gaze before my hands
and body reach for his skin. 

 And they too devour him. My hands map every inch of him as he
squirms and moans underneath my body. I watch as the power of
desire takes hold of him once again. 

 This time he doesn't fight it. As I wrap my hand around his
cock, he bucks up, inviting a rhythm. My hand moves as he
silently requests. And I watch, watch as he shows how much power
I can give to him. 

 His reaction to my touch makes the ring's pleasure look like a
rabbit in the shadow of a tree in the great forest of Rhovanion.
I smile and shake in my pleasure as he shouts and spills his
seed over my fingers. 

 Gentle arms wrap around me as I fall to his chest. I feel him
nuzzle my hair as I rest sleepily against him. 

 I sigh as his tones wash over me. "This is what I'll remember.
The ring has no power over this, my Sam." 

 END