Title: Hobbits Play: A Light Shining Within 
Author: Dandy Baggins. (dandybaggins@yahoo.com) 
Pairing: Frodo/Sam/Galadriel 
Rating: R (?) 
Summary: Frodo and Sam discover how deep the water really runs, with a little 
help from the Lady. 
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I write for love of the One Book and 
the movie.  
Warning:  A little bit of slash.  
Authors Note: Comments and suggestions are always welcome.

“A Light Seemed to Be Shining Faintly Within:” JRR Tolkien (TTT)  

I spied him as he sat watching the stream, quietly tossing pebbles into its 
constant movement, a strange habit of his watching the waters flow past. It was 
like he was seeing things that wasn’t there. As strange as the collection of little 
stones and tokens that he carries in that pouch in his breeks, and like those 
strange blue crystals, that so match his eyes, that he gives away so freely. 

Strange he is, more like an elf than a hobbit at times. Well that would be old Mr. 
Bilbo’s doing. He practically raised him after his parents died. Sure he lived at 
The Hall, but Bag End was his real home. What sort of magic did he learn from 
Mr. Bilbo and the elves he encountered in The Shire. 

Lorien. Sanctuary at last. But for how long? The journey could begin anew, 
tomorrow, next week, how much longer has not been decreed, I am healed of 
my head injury, and he of his chest. The spear thrust had not touched his 
outside, but his inside had been damaged by the impact of the wall. One does 
not go entirely unscathed by such a blow. The healers have done a miraculous 
job setting his ribs to rights in such a short time. Too short by my reckoning, 
maybe something else is going on, maybe something tied to my reoccurring 
dreams. A dream that fills me with wonder, awe, and for some reason jealousy, 
for I want – no – I desire to share in it. 

Should I wait for him to choose? Always, everything is thrust upon his small 
shoulders. His choice. Aragorn joining us at Bree; take the Ring;  the Mines of 
Moria; all these and more were by his choice. Does he ever get tired of being the 
one to choose? Doesn’t he wish once in awhile to have someone else decide? I 
see the gentle looks,  and now these strange dreams. I wonder, does he share 
them too? 

I stood among the trees, watching him in his solitude. Sanctuary. We each find 
sanctuary in different ways – he in the flow of the water. Myself in the workings 
of Celeborn’s gardens. Ah, breaking from my thoughts,  I had come to the spring 
to wash away the sweat and the soil from my hands and face. Even as quietly as 
I approached, his head lifted as I came nearer, and he spoke. 

“Hullo Sam.”

I chuckled as I approached, more rapidly now. I reached out and touched him on 
the shoulder in acknowledgement. “How did you know it was me, Frodo?”  I 
asked. 

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “There is nothing magical to it Sam, I 
smelled the soil and the herbs, and well, since Weathertop my other senses are 
heightened, especially” he added, almost sorrowfully, “at night.” 

He motioned for me to sit beside him, and went back to tossing pebbles. I 
washed my face and hands using the soft sand by the stream as my soap. My 
thoughts were confused as I sat next to him. How, where do I begin?  Just do it 
Sam, I told myself, that’s what you really came out here to do. I took a deep 
breath. 

“Mr. Frodo, Sir. Can we talk?”

“Of course, Sam.” He dropped the rest of the pebbles into the water. We both 
sat for a moment and watched the rings become ripples and disappear. “Come 
Sam, Tell me what is troubling you.” His voice ever soft and quiet. I barely heard 
it over the babbling of the stream. 

It was easier to look at the water, than into his eyes as I spoke. “Frodo, well 
it’s…” I paused, this had started wrong,  this was more difficult then I 
anticipated. I began again. “Frodo, I have been having a strange dream. It has 
been reoccurring over the last week or maybe two. Time seems to travel 
differently here. Its about you Sir. Last night I awoke from it, and your bed was 
empty.” 

“Oh?” He asked. I turned my eyes to him, getting lost into his own. Now for it 
Samwise. 

“Its about you, Sir and The Lady” I blushed, I knew this was all coming out 
wrong and yet I could not stop the words as they poured out. “Sir, you were 
being intimate with her in a glade of some sort, and I was experiencing it in my 
dreams. I do not know whether to be happy for you, jealous  or…” the words 
faltered. 

He placed his finger against my lips. A shiver went down my spine at his contact. 

“It’s okay Sam, “ he whispered. “Yes, Its true, I have been with The Lady, more 
than once – but more so do I wish…” it was his turn to pause and blush. “that 
you had been there too. Somehow you are dreaming, about my actions. Tell me 
what it is you desire….”

“What I desire?” I blushed. And he nodded, encouraging me.

I could barely whisper the single word. “You.”

“Ah, my Sam, if that is what you truly want than come walk with me tonight.” 

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 As we took our late night stroll through Lorien's gardens. I had time to think earlier in 
the day. So many questions filled my head. Where do I start? Why, you ninny-hammer 
Sam, start at the beginning of course.  I ask him the first thing that popped into my head. 

‘How long have you known  that I was watching you and her in my dreams.’ 

 His answer was spoken in his normal, quiet way. ‘I think you know the answer to that, 
Sam,  but I will answer, I have known since the beginning. And you?” I felt my cheeks 
redden. Turn about was fair play. ‘The same.’

Sadly he smiled,  ‘And yet you never said anything.’ I shrugged my shoulders. I felt like I 
was intruding. He heard me, honest I didn’t say the words aloud, but he heard me. He 
grabbed me by the hands and swung me to face him, he spoke emphatically “Never, my 
friend, You were never an intrusion.’

 He released me and we walked on in silence. Then he spoke again. ‘Shall we call her?’  I 
shrugged again. ‘As you wish, Mr..’ He cut me off. ‘No Sam, not this time, this time it 
will be as you wish.’ My choice? I was given a choice to agree or not to agree with 
something I have yearned for months, years rather, and now since he had begun sharing 
with me. I nodded. My throat had a large lump in it, it was difficult to speak properly. 
Again he seemed to understand. 

I was able to gasp out two small words.. "here.. now?"

 He looked at me, his eyes seeing my panic of suddenly being caught in the open. ‘No, 
Sam, not here, we will go to one of the pools, I know where there is a secluded one in the 
orchard, it is a bit more -- private there and well,  she likes being among the apple trees.  
Besides I do not want the light to be seen, who knows how the men and the other elves 
would react. And well..’ for all that he knew he still blushed when he admitted.. ‘She 
likes to bathe with me in the pool..’ 

 To which I could only whisper in reply.. 

I know, Mr. Frodo,  I know.

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 We quietly walked through the gardens. The silver of  the full moon peeped through a 
sea of  stars. It wasn’t long before we reached the small hot pool in the orchard. The trees  
surrounded  us, the dried leaves crackling in the wind was the only sound about us. 

 He led me to the edge of the hot pool, the steam rising through the night. And turned 
toward me.  “Are you ready? And are you sure you want to do this. I – I would not have 
you turn away from me afterward.”  It was my turn to reassure him. I laid my hand on his 
shoulder and squeezed. “That would never happen, Frodo, besides it is too late for that,  I 
am in too deep as it is.”

 “Then let us begin” 

 We knelt on the ground facing each other . He grasped my shaking hands. My heartbeat 
was racing. 

 “Do not be afraid, Sam”

He leaned forward and kissed me full upon the lips. I drew back, my eyes wide in shock 
and confusion. There was an electricity in the air. Could he feel it too?

 A small grin lit his face, he didn't speak, but took my hand and placed it against his chest, I could 
feel that his heartbeat was racing like my own. Patiently he waited for the slowing of the beats.  He 
searched my eyes with his own. Are you sure, was the unspoken question,  I nodded again.  His 
hand reached out and brushed back the hair from my face. His fingers soft, smooth. I closed my eyes 
at the contact, but could not keep them closed for long, the desire to watch was to strong, I 
reopened them. 

 Again he leaned forward, but this time I returned the kiss with my own needs and 
desires. The ground around us started to glow with a soft aurora, faintly it started and I 
thought I was mistaken but soon the glade that we were in was filled with it. I drew back 
startled. 

 “Sir!” I exclaimed.. "The light..."

 Disappeared.

 “Frodo?” (my hands were shaking uncontrollably now) “What just happened?”

 Again he smile and for the first time since we started on this journey he spoke- His hands 
fumbling with the items in his pocket as was his habit when struggling for an answer. 

 “It is difficult to explain Sam. It has something to do with a meeting between the two worlds. The 
dream and the wake. You are usually in one or the other, and things are as different as black and 
white, so to speak. You have found The Lady and I in the dream, it happens sometimes when you 
are dreaming you stumble across into different lives other than your own,  that is why you could feel 
us there, but could not experience it. You had to meet us in the middle, in the gray, where there is 
no boundaries and no borders.” He paused and chuckled. “Do you know, you are a deep sleeper 
Sam. It was difficult to find you in the dream world.  Well the part that we three are going to is in 
this middle realm, you have just discovered that when we speak it puts solidly back into the realm of 
being awake and the spell breaks, if spell is what you consider it, I do not. You were always curious 
about Gandalf’s magic, this is different, more earthen in nature. But I digress. She cannot journey 
fully into our reality, as we cannot journey into hers, we must meet halfway in this dreamworld. Does 
she really appear here, or not, who can say. But the stones, that I carry in my pocket, somehow have 
called out to her. And well…now it seems to you also. And as we cannot speak to each other, we 
cannot speak to her,  well so I believed until recently.” 

He must have noticed my confused look for he stopped speaking and smiled. “I do not 
understand how it all works, she could not explain it to me either. But, note this, as long 
as the light glows do not speak or the spell will be broken again, and she will not be able 
to join us.”

 Again we started, the light raising about us the same as it did before. Frodo reached out 
with his hand and touched my lips with his fingertip as a reminder. Raising his eyes, he 
acknowledged her presence with a nod. I felt her kiss me softly on the top of the head. 
The glow now surrounded us three, as she arrived naked into our circle. Reaching out he 
pulled off my vest; at the same time her hands reached around from behind me and 
untucked my shirt. Between the two of them, without a word, I was slowly stripped from 
my attire, as each drop of clothes was removed and each patch of skin revealed I felt their 
fingertips or lips lightly brush the hairs on my body. It was like a kitchen dance, each 
cook knowing what the other was doing, casually sidestepping when they would cross 
paths. Then her and I started on him. I felt clumsy in that I had never stripped another 
man before, but with her guidance and his patience, we soon had him divested of his 
clothes too. I waited as she suddenly gave him a joyous embrace, and then turned to me, 
both their eyes beaming, and embraced me with that same contagious enthusiasm.  
 

Taking us both by the hands, she led us into the water. For what seemed like hours we 
splashed among the pool, casually teasing each other with our closeness, the water 
droplets sparkling in the glowing light. I wanted more. Suddenly, our play became more 
serious when she reached out and grabbed me and pulled me into her embrace, her lips 
locking onto mine, I felt him come up behind me and kiss the back of my neck, I felt 
myself enlarging at their continued playfulness. His hands were probing my bottom, 
while hers continued to play with my front. I-I was being swept away by the intensity of 
their emotions for each other and for me. She lowered herself in front of me and began to 
nibble the area where her hands had been softly teasing. I thought I was hungry with 
desire before, I was literally starving now. I felt Frodo’s hands running small circles 
around my buttocks; the combination of the two of them in unison was causing my brain 
to explode. Oh Elbereth I wanted...needed...them…both, together. Suddenly I was taken 
from both ends, her mouth taking me fully in, his fingers probing the inside of me, I 
could no longer breath. I could no longer think. Suddenly wrapping a leg around me he 
tripped me backward into the water and she landed on top of me. Frodo was all smiles, as 
he now moved around behind her.  
 

I watched, from where I lay in the water, as he helped her position herself above me. 
Then, Sweet Elbereth, suddenly she was plunging herself down onto me. Water, the great 
equalizer, seemed to make the Lady almost hobbit size. Frodo now shifted so that he too 
was upon me, straddled behind her, his hands reaching around her he grabbed her by her 
breasts and tenderly stroked her nipples causing them to harden with excitement. By their 
own accord my hands reached out and touched his. An electrical shock surged through us 
and the sparks flew from the contact. Moaning now she increased her rate, and he helped 
her raise and lower herself over and over again. Until in blessed agony I felt the release of 
pressure. She felt it to and sagged into his arms. As we lay panting in the warm languid 
pool, I thought to myself, what about him 
 

She roused again; seems we were not finished. Struggling we left the pool, and her and I 
turned our attention onto him, not that it had ever left. Now he lay upon the grass, the 
water sparking on his pale skin; it was then that I realized that the light came from inside 
him. I nearly said something aloud; I opened my mouth to speak, and remembered. They 
threw a glance at each other, would that I could share in their secret conversation. He 
smiled and I heard the words in my head. ‘You already have Sam.’ 

 
My eyes went wide in shock.

 At last I understood. What I thought had been coincidences weren’t, they were 
communicating with me, I had just failed to hear.  Frodo smiled and shook his head, but it 
was her thoughts that answered. She took my hand. 'Almost Sam, you just failed to 
believe.’ Hungrily now we turned our attention back to what we had been doing. In 
unison we started at his feet and slowly worked our way up his body, drying his skin with 
our tongues, our hair, our touch. He lay back with his eyes shut; his soft moans were 
music to our ears. Suddenly I realized what I had been thinking, we were together on this, 
and there were no longer three separate bodies, there was one. They both nodded in 
agreement. We continue our journey upward.  She on the right, I on the left, we reached 
his genitals at the same time and there she lingered as I continued the trek upwards. I 
stopped as his nipples remembering the way he had rubbed on hers in the water, I thought 
briefly for a moment, should I nibble on them, his/her answer came instantly back into 
my head, ‘yes’. So I bent my head to the task. Now his moans were coming out deeper 
more animalistic and I kissed and bit his lips nibbling the points and lobes of his ears, 
tailing my tongue down his neck his shoulders. Oh Elbereth. What feelings I shared.  For 
I felt both the sucking, and the being sucked upon feeling also. 

It was too much, my head was spinning and the world was fast disappearing from my 
sight. Elbereth I wanted to take them both again.   Suddenly in a threefold flash of hunger 
it was time.  Again standing in the water, her in the deep,  I in the shallows. We 
positioned him in the middle. I was behind and she in front. His erect penis searching for 
and finding the Lady’s vagina. Slowly she maneuvered herself until she had fully encased 
him inside her. I heard their moans of passion, begin and the desire to share was too 
much. She understood. She paused and pressing against him she reached around him and 
carefully helped me to guide myself into him, slowly, his moans were first of desire, than 
of a brief flash of pain, and then finally in ecstasy, all of us experiencing the same 
feelings, the same needs. Now we pressed him between us. She pressed him from the 
front and I from the rear. We held each other up in support. Sharing, controlling, giving, 
taking, all wrapped up in a blazing light of wants. Faster we thrust into the oneness. Each 
desiring to connect to the one on the other side, each trying to reach the light that glowed 
within, each striving and at end, each succeeding. The world exploded in a shower of 
sparks that would have put Gandalf’s fireworks to shame. We struggled out of the pool 
and sagged on the ground in a heap. No one dared to move, no one able to breath, and 
time stood still on the edge of the pool.  The light slowly dimmed around us as we lay 
there and our breathing returned back to normal.  Lying in a heap we fell asleep, each 
maintaining a contact with the other two, each creating a buffer against the cool night. 

And as the sound of birds rose about us before the start of a new day, she tenderly kissed 
us both again and suddenly disappeared. I heard the words in my head as she departed. 

One more nightly visit and then on the morrow you shall depart. Frodo and I supporting 
each other, dressed and returned to our pavilion to sleep away the day. One more day and 
one more precious night. 

Maybe the lessons taught by the Lady, will help sustain us as we journey to the mountain 
and back.