Title: The Elvish Potion 
Author: carolina30363 
Author's Email: carolina30363@fastwebnet.it 
Pairings: F/S 
Rating: R 
Summary: Through many mishaps, foils and jeers Frodo mananges to 
have a particularly unique second breakfast.

Frodo was writing at his desk, surrounded by dust-covered books. He was 
so intent on his job that he did not hear Sam approaching.  
 
"Mister Frodo, it's time for your medicine," said Samwise with his low 
voice and Frodo, startled, literally jumped from his chair. Sam, concerned, 
was immediately by his Master's side and took his hand, "Did I scare 
you?"  
 
"No Sam, I just didn't hear you, I was lost in my thoughts." A knowing 
smile appeared on the gardener's lips.  
 
"Your medicine," repeated Sam, stroking Frodo's fingers.  
 
"Oh Sam, I'm tired of this, really tired. This Elvish potion is not working, 
you have to accept it. I still feel the pain every day; in my shoulder, in my 
body, through my veins, in my own blood!"  
 
When he finished speaking Frodo immediately regretted his words; Sam's 
eyes were red and teary and he was biting his lower lip, but when he spoke 
his voice was calm and clear:  
 
"I know it, dear, I know. Do you think I'm blind or deaf? I see you when 
you can't get up from the bathtub and try to hide your pain. I can hear your 
moans after a day of writing. I was there when you had been wounded and 
I was with you when Lord Elrond said that you would never be completely 
healed… So don't talk this way to your Sam, don't do it to me, please, 
because your pain is my pain and I can feel it in my own bones!"  
 
Frodo took Sam's head in his hands and placed a sweet kiss on the 
younger hobbit's quivering mouth, "I'm sorry love, really sorry."  
 
The gardener looked into the wide, blue eyes of his beloved Master and 
smiled, "Don't be sorry, do not be. Let me hug you."  
 
Frodo nodded, sighing in his lover's strong arms, then whispered, "I'm 
healed Sam, I'm really healed, here, in your arms. I can still feel pain in 
my body, I won't lie about that, but in my soul, in my heart there is only 
love: love for you. You did it Sam, you really did it, you cured me with 
your hands," then he kissed his brown fingers slowly…  
 
"With your mouth…" He licked the gardener lips  
 
"With your warmth…" He slid his index finger from Sam's brow to his 
nose, his chin, his throat, collarbone, chest (barely touching his right 
nipple), his soft belly…  
 
Suddenly, Sam took Frodo's wrist in a hard grip and said, "Mister Frodo 
sir, please, you know how much I love this but your medicine is waiting 
for us in your bedroom."  
 
Frodo was shocked. He was so aroused that he could have eaten Sam, and 
Sam, who surely was as hard as a rock, had stopped him when he was 
reaching his prize!  
 
He wanted to protest, but had a better idea, so he followed his lover 
silently into the Master bedroom.  
 
The windows were open and the sweet light of sunset was barely lighting 
up the small place. On the nightstand there was a little blue jar.  
 
"Here Master, lie down," said Sam, pointing at the big feather bed.  
 
"Sam," Frodo whispered with a wicked grin, "Do you think I have to take 
off my clothes?" He began unbuttoning his white shirt.  
 
"Yes sir, since I have to rub this oil over your shoulder and chest," 
answered Sam quietly.  
 
Frodo began feeling frustrated, very frustrated; he was trying to seduce 
Sam and his younger lover didn't seem to even notice it!  
 
But, after all, he was a stubborn hobbit and so, dropping his shirt on the 
floor he quickly took off his breeches and linen.  
 
After that, naked as the day he was born, Frodo lay on the bed, stretching 
himself languidly: he was sure to be at least a bit attractive, but when he 
heard Sam saying: "Can you stop it? I can't give you a proper massage if 
you keep moving in that way!" he couldn't help but drop his face on the 
pillow. "Sure love."  
 
He must have lost his touch: he was naked, aroused and oiled on the bed 
and all Sam wanted to do was rub his damned shoulder!  
 
Part 2  
 
Sam was rubbing the Elvish oil on Frodo's shoulder and humming quietly.  
 
Frodo was becoming very worried. What if Sam did not want him 
anymore? He was sure about Sam's love and caring but what about the 
wanting? What about the physical desire? 
 
He was naked, oiled and obviously aroused -and he seemed not to notice 
it! Sam was even humming in the same way he did when he was clipping.  
 
He had to try to seduce him, again.  
 
So Frodo moaned low in his throat; he knew Sam loved that sound, and 
waited…nothing. He moaned again a little louder and took a deep breath 
waiting for Sam's reaction…nothing again. Frodo moaned again, very 
loud, almost a scream. Sam suddenly stopped his massage and took Frodo 
in his arms. The older hobbit grinned but his wicked smile disappeared 
when he heard the concerned words of his lover: "I'm sorry love, was I 
being too rough? I must have hurt you if you had to scream like a poor 
wounded dog!"  
 
"This isn't real , this is a nightmare," Frodo thought to himself whilst 
trying to reassure Sam, "No Sam you didn't hurt me, I promise!"  
 
Sam smiled, and rubbing his hands together to warm up the oil said to an 
astonished Frodo, "I can see that you need to rest. Just one minute and we 
have finished" and began to spread the potion over Frodo's chest.  
 
Frodo, to be honest, was enjoying Sam's ministrations very much but he 
was also really worried about Sam's lack of interest.  
 
"All done sir!" said Sam when he was satisfied with the massage. He took 
a blanket and put it over Frodo who, trembling with frustrated desire, 
couldn't help to watch him open-mouthed. "All you have to do now is 
sleep. Don't worry about Anything -your Sam is going to fix dinner!"  
 
When Sam closed the door Frodo thought for a moment to take care of 
himself. In fact, he was very aroused and even if the Elvish potion did not 
take away his pain, Sam's hand had ignited him and he was very hard… 
 
How could he sleep in this state?  
 
Frodo got up slowly, shivering with lust. He needed his lover and he also 
needed to know if Sam wanted him anymore. He did not bother himself 
with a shirt, but he put on his breeches, moaning when his throbbing 
length was constricted in the soft velvet.  
 
He went to the kitchen, looking for his distracted lover. But he was not 
there. Frodo was slightly annoyed. He had planned to jump on him to 
show him what he meant with his moans but instead he was alone and 
bare-chested in the cold kitchen.  
 
He was going to go in the garden when he saw a large bowl of 
strawberries on the table and a smaller one full of whipped cream… 
 
Maybe Sam was, at least hungry. 
 
Frodo pulled down his breeches and kicked them off. Grinning, he took a 
large amount of cream and spread it all over his chest, arms and thighs. 
 
After that Frodo climbed up and lay down on the table. "Sam," he shouted 
impatiently. 
 
"I'm coming sir," was the answer. 
 
"You can bet on it, love, you can bet on it!" 
 
Part 3  
 
Frodo shivered with anticipation; he could imagine Sam licking him clean 
and taking him there, on the table, hard and fast. The very thought aroused 
him more and more.Suddenly Frodo felt cold air on his skin, and he turned 
to watch the door with a wide smile.  
 
The smile died on his lips when he saw Lobelia Sacville- Baggins looking 
at him, open-mouthed. She blinked twice and screamed, "Frodo Baggins!"  
 
Frodo, startled and ashamed, tried to get up, but with his sudden 
movement he only managed to throw the bowl full of whipped cream in 
the air and to watch, with horror, as it landed on Lobelia's head.  
 
She screamed even louder and, blinded by the cream, started to run around 
the table to catch the poor Frodo. 
 
He finally managed to get up and tried to cover himself with his breeches, 
but his aunt, who was also searching for something to clean her eyes with, 
grabbed them from Frodo's shaking hands. 
 
Frodo pulled on his breeches to keep them over his groin.  
 
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam shouted from the door left open by Lobelia, who still 
had his breeches on her face. Frodo turned slowly, naked and with melting 
whipped cream all over his body, still aroused despite of what happened, 
and , said, "Sam, this is not what you think!"  
 
 
"What an awful day!" thought Frodo, lying in his bath tub filled with tepid 
water by a solicitous Sam. Everything had gone wrong from the moment 
he got up: the unbearable pain in his shoulder, Sam's tears, his pathetic 
attempts to seduce his lover and, above all, the scene with Lobelia in the 
kitchen.  
 
It had been the most awkward experience in his life:  
 
He had had to try to explain to an outraged Lobelia that the whipped 
cream was an old Elvish cure for his scars. He had had to hear a lesson by 
Sam about not wasting food and even about not playing with it, and he had 
had to let his lover fill him a bath and treat him like a needy child.  
 
But he was not a needy child!  
 
He was an adult hobbit, an adult hobbit in love and also a little bit horny. 
The warm water, in fact, erotically caressed his skin, and Frodo knew that 
his attempts to seduce Sam had not ended!  
 
Resolute, he got up, poured a generous amount of rose scented bath oil on 
the damp cloth he was using to scrub himself with, and began to spread it 
all over his body.  
 
Naked and smelling like a just cut rose, Frodo went out in the garden. 
Shivering because of the cool air of that summer evening, he lay down in 
the middle of Sam's flowers under the window of his bedroom and waited.  
 
After all, Sam was a gardener, and he obviously loved flowers very much. 
Taking a deep breath, Frodo shouted, "Sam, love come here, I need you!" 
And it was true, thought Frodo, looking at his hard flesh, half hidden by 
the flowers. "Sam has to welcome my little surprise, he has to" thought 
Frodo grinning…but… what was this strange itch?  
 
Part4  
 
Frodo was grinning thinking about Sam, Sam's hands on his bare chest, on 
his belly on his… It was such an arousing thought…  
 
But that itch was very annoying; he began scratching his arms furiously, 
and where was Sam?  
 
"Sam," Frodo shouted again.  
 
"Coming sir, just a minute, I have to bake this cake…"  
 
Frodo was astonished, a cake, a damned cake! He was so hard it hurt and 
his young strong beautiful gardener was ignoring him. "Sam I've already 
told you I needed you!" (scratch scratch scratch) He shouted louder, "do I 
have to add, immediately?" (scratch scratch scratch).  
 
"Sorry, Mr. Frodo, " was the answer. Frodo keept scratching his belly, but 
he was finally happy. Sam was coming…  
 
When he heard the door opening, he couldn't help to smile thinking about 
Sam's reaction to his wicked gift. He cold really imagine Sam's golden 
eyes full of lust, his hands trembling, touching velvet petals and velvet 
skin. He could imagine his lover's husky voice whispering love words in 
his ear. He even could feel Sam's rough body on top of his. He could 
imagine his hard flesh against his thigh. He could…  
 
Frodo suddenly opened his eyes and saw Sam gazing at him with a strange 
look, his lover had his arms crossed and was trying to take a deep breath.  
 
Frodo grinned, very amused, his little surprise had worked!  
 
His beloved gardener, finally spoke:" Love, how can you be so…"  
 
'Beautiful? Arousing? Original? Sensual?' Frodo thought, trying to stay 
put despite that awful and strange itch all over his body.  
 
"Look at your body!" Sam added in a frantic tone. Frodo was more and 
more aroused; did Sam want to play? He was up for it!  
 
So he slowly got up, keeping scratching, truth be told, and asked with a 
husky voice, "tell me, Sam, what I am, what can you see, looking at my 
body?"  
 
"A fool," said Sam.  
 
"A fool," repeated Frodo, stunned.  
 
"Yes love, can you tell me the reason, please, one good reason why you 
are naked in the middle of this bush of Grevillea?"  
 
Frodo was speechless, absolutely speechless. Sam did not want him 
anymore. He was naked, again, aroused, again and ready to love, again; 
and his Sam hadn't noticed, again. And had just called him, for the first 
time, a fool.  
 
"I've just wanted…" started Frodo, trying not to cry, but Sam shut him up, 
grabbing his arm. 
 
"You just wanted what? To kill yourself? Look at you!"  
 
Frodo did and saw his body, all of his body, red and swollen. He suddenly 
remembered that Grevillea was an itchy flower, a beautiful flower that you 
must not touch if you didn't want to have an awful rash for days.  
 
He had been a fool indeed.  
 
But at least Sam had not refused his surprise because he didn't find him 
attractive anymore. He was only worried for his master's health.  
 
"Do you know that now I have to give you another massage with the 
Elvish Potion?" Sam said, barely touching Frodo's cheek.  
 
"Yes Sam and I am sorry I scared you!". Sam smiled. And Frodo, still 
inexplicably aroused, thought that he would try to have Sam during his 
lover's "healing" and that the "Bush attempt" hadn't gone all wrong.  
 
But he had to change his mind, when taking Sam's hand and kissing it, he 
saw in the road looking at him with open mouths the Gaffer, Tom Cotton 
and, again, Lobelia…  
 
Part 5  
 
"Sam," Frodo tried to warn his lover about the presence of the Gaffer, 
Lobelia and Tom Cotton down in the road, but he was so embarrassed that 
from his lips emerged only a strangled sound.  
 
"Oh darling…" murmured Sam, who seemed to not realize that they were 
not alone, not in Bag End and, above all, not in the privacy of their own 
bedchamber: "I am sorry, so very sorry… you know, I don't think you are 
foolish but I was worried, just so very worried," Sam began stroking 
Frodo's cheeks soothingly with his thumbs.  
 
Frodo couldn't help but blush, he had tried all day to get his lover's 
attention but now that his beautiful Sam was touching him with desire and 
love, he was going to have to make him stop.  
 
It was very frustrating.  
 
But he had to do what he had to do, so he took a deep breath and, trying to 
ignore that he was still achingly aroused, opened his mouth to tell Sam this 
very thing but just at that moment his younger lover prevented him from 
saying anything by kissing him right on his lips; deeply ... passionately.  
 
Frodo tried, really tried to think of the Gaffer, Tom and Lobelia. 
Especially Lobelia, who must have fainted dead away on the ground as 
unconsciousness was in fact the only reason to explain why she had not 
already screamed in horror. But when he finally felt Sam's lips, Frodo's 
mind whited out with pleasure and his heart began to sing.  
 
So Frodo did the only thing he really wanted to do. He kissed Sam. He 
kissed Sam back without thinking about the agony of the itching, even 
though that was still tormenting him, and without thinking about the fact 
that he was naked and oiled and aroused and red and swollen as swollen as 
the rose buds in his garden and in point of fact, he was indeed out in his 
garden, naked enfolded in his gardener's arms and he entirely forgot that 
they were giving a show to the Gaffer, Tom, Lobelia, if she hadn't fainted 
and indeed most of the resident's of the hill if they, too had been inclined 
to wander into the road on this beautiful evening in Hobbiton.  
 
After a little while, Frodo came back to his senses. They shouldn't be 
doing this here; not here, not now, not then not there. So Frodo tried to 
disentangle himself from Sam's powerful hug only obtaining, with his 
futile struggle, a moan, a mumble and a murmur from his Sam. "Yes love, 
do that again please!"  
 
Hearing this lovely plea, Frodo couldn't help but smile. Sam still wanted 
him! After all this foolishness, Sam still wanted him! But sadly, this was 
not the place or the time. Trying to ignore the fact that his lover was 
licking his ear, Frodo had to warn Sam and he had to do it as soon as 
possible so all would not be lost. So Frodo said "Sam love, I have to tell 
you something…"  
 
A indistinct growl and a sort of 'not now' was the only thing that Frodo 
was able to hear before being pushed up against the wall near his smial's 
window where the forget-me-nots in the window box seemed to wave 
gaily back at him.  
 
"Sam please, ...listen to me now," said Frodo urgently and a bit louder. 
But Sam did not even answer, as he was more interested in nibbling his 
beloved Master's neck. And a nice lovely long neck it was, too and it 
might 'oh yes' need a lick just there.  
 
"Sam, my dear…" Frodo gasped and tried again, fighting against his own 
feelings. "My own Samwise, the Gaffer will kill us," then he thought 
bitterly upon this and muttered, "or maybe it will be Lobelia."  
 
Frodo frowned as Sam nibbled at his collarbone. "I don't think I will be 
able to convince her that this is an Elvish cure for pain!"  
 
"Sam, my own dearest…I need to tell." Another attempt. "Love, tell me 
what you need and I will give it to you". Ah, the sweet failure.  
 
Frodo closed his eyes he just did not have the strength to try again, this 
was too...  
 
Then a grumpy voice from behind Sam froze them both. "Mr. Frodo, 
Samwise!"  
 
Sam slowly looked over his shoulder, "Da?"  
 
"Mr Frodo," said again the old Gamgee, "Son, what's this I hear 'bout 
some Elvish potion?"  
 
The Gaffer wagged his finger under Sam's nose. " Miz Lobelia thinks this 
Elvish cure is having strange effects on you two. Rash nor no rash, potion 
nor no potion, your Mr. Frodo must be in a bad fix for you to be chasin' 
him 'round the garden with nought on but his skin, lad." The Gaffer paused 
in his remonstrance to fish in his pockets for his pipe.  
 
With it clamped firmly betwixt his teeth he continued," Seems like we 
need to be gettin' the healer up here to Bag End to see to him! This sort of 
carryin' on may be the custom with them elf sorts but it ain't in no way 
proper for hobbits to be ill!"  
 
The Gaffer lit his pipe and after a puff and he removed it from his mouth 
to wave it in the air. "A good purge and a warm poultice and some 
chamomile tea and your Mr. Frodo will be right as rain afore too long. For 
all your carryin' on, Samwise Mr. Frodo aint no elf. Elvish potion- faugh!"  
 
"Indeed!" …  
 
Epilogue  
 
The previous day had been awful, absolutely awful.  
 
Frodo couldn't think about the pain in his shoulder, about being on a table 
with whipped cream spread all over his body in front of Lobelia, about 
being naked in a bush with Sam treating him as if he were a fool, but 
above all he couldn't think about being oiled and aroused in his lover's 
arms and hearing, from that absurd yet wonderful position, the Gaffer's 
lecture about elvish medicine.  
 
At least Lobelia had not hit them with her umbrella.  
 
After the garden incident, Sam had run him a bath and had massaged him 
again with the Elvish Potion and saying that Frodo needed his rest after 
that very long day, had gone to sleep in the other room alone, by himself.  
 
This morning Frodo awakened alone, by himself in his cold room, and 
began contriving again, a way to finally make love, after this long 
abstinence, to his faithful, beautiful gardener, Sam. Frodo got up slowly 
and looked in the mirror, a bit worried that his body, like the day before 
would still be red and swollen, and very itchy. Luckily his skin was its 
usual milk pale self and he felt good strong and hungry and not only for 
breakfast! The Elvish potion had worked!  
 
Frodo went to the kitchen wearing his silken robe, but this time the room 
was empty. On the table was his tea and toast waiting for him along with a 
big slice of seedycake, but where was Sam? The Master of Bag End 
opened the window looking for his lover in the garden but he was not 
there!  
 
Not in his bed, not in the kitchen, not in the garden, Frodo was so 
frustrated he couldn't think. This was the second straight day in which he 
was hunting for Sam, longing for him, pining for him, and his lover knew 
that, he knew that too well.  
 
So what kind of game was Sam playing?  
 
Did Sam want to tease him, to make him wait, to make him beg, maybe?  
 
Hah! An evil grin appeared on the handsome face of the dark haired 
hobbit; Frodo could play too, he could play games better than Sam. Was 
not he, Frodo Baggins a known rascal, a wizard's consort and a mushroom 
bandit?  
 
He sat down in the kitchen and ate slowly, tasting the delicious cake and 
sipping the tea sweetened with honey while he laid his plans. Then he took 
a bath. "The fourth in two days," he thought smiling through the steam. 
After donning his robe he started back to his bedroom to carefully choose 
his clothes. Something nice for Sam, he thought. He opened the door to his 
bedchamber then stood, open mouthed.  
 
Sam was lying on their bed wearing only a light nightshirt and a predatory 
smile.  
 
"Sam?" faltered Frodo, but Sam stood up smoothly to put a finger on 
Frodo's lips signaling him not to talk. With a gesture, the younger hobbit 
revealed that the bed was scattered with rose petals in white, red and 
passion pink. "Oh Sam, you are wonderful," murmured Frodo.  
 
Sam smiled and said, "You wanted to make love in the flowers."  
 
Frodo's breath quickened.  
 
Then the Gamgee took a strawberry from a small basket sitting on the 
nightstand and dipped it in the bowl of whipped cream next to it. Bringing 
the plump fruit to his lips he licked it slowly, his warm pink tongue 
caressing the succulent berry, stealing its whipped cream. "My Frodo 
thought I would like the flavor of strawberries and cream," and then Sam 
kissed him savoring his lips, "mixed with a taste of himself, and he was 
right".  
 
Frodo began to feel as if he was overdressed.  
 
Finally Sam took the bottle of the Elvish potion and poured a little amount 
of the clear liquid on his own chest, rubbing it thoughtfully into his skin 
with a slowly circling finger. "You thought I might find this oil sensual, 
mmm, you were right again."  
 
Sam began to spread the oil lazily over his left nipple and Frodo couldn't 
help but moan a little.  
 
"Oh Sam, I need...I want...I...I..." Frodo was babbling and he knew that he 
sounded foolish but he did not care, not at all.  
 
Sam smiled. He was trying to stay calm, coolly in control but Frodo could 
read in his eyes that he was burning, burning with a shared passion, and it 
wasn't for strawberries, whipped cream or even Elvish Potions! "You need 
,you want? What do you want, love?"  
 
Sam was tantalizingly near now, in front of him, their bodies almost 
touching. "Tell me and I will give it to you," he purred.  
 
Frodo closed his fists hard trying to control his body that was shaking with 
need. Sam was surprisingly good at this game. Frodo took a deep breath 
and looked around the room: the rose petals, the whipped cream, the oil, 
and the strawberries and exhaled. "Everything! Anything! You!"  
 
Sam took Frodo's hand and kissed the tips of his fingers slowly, 
languorously, thoroughly.  
 
"Yes," he said simply, "yes". And then he led Frodo to the bed, turned him 
slowly to face himself and began untying his robe for him.  
 
"Lad," there came a familiar voice from just outside the window...the 
Gaffer!  
 
"Frodo Baggins! I know you are in there!" A cacophony of knocking at 
the front door... Lobelia!  
 
Sam grabbed for his breeches, looking with horror at Frodo as he began to 
struggle to put them on. Frodo sighed. He was utterly defeated.  
 
Shrugging his shoulders, Frodo picked up the bottle of Elvish Potion to 
inspect it as he moved to quiet the harangue of his cousin at the front door. 
But he paused as he left the bedroom, looking over his shoulder, back at 
his lovely Sam, to pose a thoughtful question.  
 
"Do you imagine it will be good in the salad?"  
 
At least they would have a particularly unique second breakfast.