Title: Cold Snap 
Author: HazardousRaptor (hazardr@adelphia.net) 
Pairings: Gollum/Sam implied Gollum/ Frodo 
Rating: NC-17 
Archive: As long as you e-mail me and tell me where it is, go ahead! 
Summary: While traveling through Ithilian, a sudden snap of cold weather causes 
the Hobbits to huddle together for warmth. But when Frodo insists that Gollum 
joins them, things start to heat up. 
Disclaimer: The Lord Of The Rings is owned by Tolkien enterprises, this story 
is meant not to encroach on that copyright, I earn absolutely nothing from it. 
I'm poor, everyone I know is poor, don't sue me, I have nothing.  
Warning: Some non-consent, and even then it's mild.  
Authors Note: This takes place in the movie-verse, in TTT, right after the 
Gollum/ Smeagol argument scene, and before the stewed rabbits scene. I've 
gathered that a day happened between these scenes, as the locations don't look 
the same. Events are described that do not happen in the movie, but happened 
between those two scenes. This is from Sam's point of view, sometimes switching 
between Frodo and Gollum, but still third-person. 
 

Sam hated Gollum, if asked, he could have told you that himself. He could also 
list the reasons why, but also tell you, he simply didn't trust the little 
stinker. He was wild and unpredictable in every sense of the word. There were 
times when he was kind and informative, but Sam only saw it as him trying to 
worm his trust into their minds. He never put his full faith into the little 
wretch, and it scared him to think he slept while the creature watched.Not just 
for danger, but over them. 
 
Frodo was getting steadily worse by the day. He barely slept last night, and 
even then, fitfully, and for short periods of time. Lembas has become less and 
less desirable for him, and would only eat it when followed with plenty of 
water. Now he didn't seem to want anything at all. And despite the love for his 
master, he felt it was best to just give up trying. If he got hungry.he would 
let him know, wouldn't he? 
 
The slightly chubby hobbit slept a little better last night, better than Frodo 
did. His dreams were forgotten the minute he awoke, despite being entranced in 
them while asleep. He desperately wanted to delve back into them, for they 
seemed so real and so wonderful. Yet he still had absolutely no idea what they 
were about. 
 
It was early morning, around seven. Although Sam himself never knew the exact 
time, he could tell that the sky was gray with the occasional streaky cloud 
overhead. 
 
Whether the Sun had risen yet wouldn't have mattered, it was cloudy, and 
unusually cold. He noted that he could see his breath, and that his bare skin 
was beginning to form goose bumps.  
 
He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, and tried desperately to think 
of his warm, fire-lit hobbit-hole back at home. This soon led to thoughts of 
tasty meals and the usual second breakfast, especially hurtful because he had 
yet to have any breakfast at all. 
 
His thoughts than imminently turned to Frodo, and he turned to see him still 
laying there. With the elven cloak wrapped around him, he was no doubt warmer 
than himself at the moment. He decided it best to let his companion sleep for a 
bit, he needed all he could get. 
 
With a yawn he sat up completely. Since they arrived in Ithilien traveling had 
been easier and quicker than navigating the dank and depressing marshes. But 
Frodo's sudden boughts of anger and unease made it feel just as tiresome.  
 
Sam than snapped his head forward when he heard the sound of a small, shivered, 
sigh. And there he was, Gollum, half awake. Little did Sam know that the small, 
emaciated figure that lay at his feet had an argument, with himself, the 
previous night. And that he was no longer the Gollum he knew, but rather 
Smeagol, a tortured Hobbit of the Stoor breed.  
 
Tortured, tortured by the Ring. 
 
He slept, or at least was attempting to, at the hobbit's feet. Gollum lay half- 
curled, half outstretched. His spine curled, but legs bent only slightly. Those 
squashed fingers of his were positioned, limply, in front of his face. And 
those oddly striking blue eyes were half closed, perhaps asleep, perhaps not. 
  
His chest rose and fell at a slow pace, with his slim and very apparent ribcage 
easily seen expanding and compressing. Sam had been closer to the creature 
before, but for some odd reason, he never felt the presence of him more than he 
did now. For a minute, he felt compelled to listen to him breathe. He's never 
seen him asleep before, and he felt it oddly intriguing. Sometimes he began to 
wonder if he ever slept. Little did Sam know that this really was the first 
time in ages he truly ever 'slept'. His Gollum side never let him. his 
'precious' never let him.  
 
And for the first time, in a very, very long time, Smeagol dreamed. What it was 
could not be told, not even by him. Sam noticed just how silent his breath was, 
even more so than Frodo. He could barely hear it. He was, however, snapped out 
of the spell as Gollum shifted in his sleep a little.  
 
"Now than, get up!" He cried rather loudly, and gave the older hobbit a 
considerable push with his foot. Smeagol didn't react as expected to this, and 
instead of jumping back with fear, he simply rolled to his side. He seemed to 
take no real notice to the figure that had taunted him for days. But he than 
proceeded to yawn, and very slowly stand up into his crawl- like stance. Sam 
continued to glare at him with a queer sort of curiosity.  
 
"And just what were you doing so close? Sneaking in to grab at it, were you?"He 
yelled in his sternest, compelling voice he could muster. 
 
But, oddly, even though Smeagol cowered at his voice, he did not run for cover 
nor look reprimanded. He winced and cowered, but than sat straight up again. 
With a cock of his head, he than looked at Frodo with an expression of urgency. 
 
"Hobbit must not yell! Wake master!" Gollum cried in a loud whisper. Sam 
suddenly caught himself in this, and his mouth slapped shut before he could say 
anything else. But it was too late, Frodo stirred next to him. Samwise you 
fool! You've gone and woke him! And to think he was getting some much needed 
rest, too. 
  
With a groan, the ring bearer slowly woke. "Sam." He questioned in a tired 
voice. "What is going on? What's all this yelling about?" Than he sat up and 
opened his eyes gradually to adjust to the light, no matter how little there 
was. He than saw Gollum and imminently understood. 
 
"Nothing Mr.Frodo, sorry to wake you. Stinker here was sneaking around again."  
 
Smeagol gave the hobbit a cross look. "Not true, not true! Good Smeagol was 
only sleeping, he was!" And than he crawled over and next to Frodo, Sam held 
his breath and nearly leapt across to keep him away. But stealing the ring was 
not on his mind, and instead, simply sat by his master. 
 
"Did master have nice rest? Smeagol had a nice rest, first for a long time! We 
sleeps by nice hobbitses because we likes nice hobbitses! Was that wrong 
master? Should good Smeagol stay away?"  
 
You could almost see the reaction of both hobbits. Sam almost blurted a hefty 
"Yes!", and in fact, stopped himself from doing so. But Frodo felt a pang of 
sadness through his system. He studied the poor creature's face, and found that 
he was smiling. A light was in his eyes that was so intense, that he could 
barely keep contact. Not with hate nor want for his 'precious', but with 
something the young Hobbit could not decipher. 
 
"No, Smeagol, you have done nothing wrong. You may sleep by us if you'd like. 
Especially in this weather.Sam, how did it get so cold all of a sudden?" He 
than asked, turning towards his other companion. 
 
Despite his animosity towards his master's decision he promptly answered. "I'm 
afraid I don't know, it must be a cold snap. It was rather warm yesterday. One 
thing's for sure, it can't be good for our travels" He said the last trying to 
stand up. Frodo cast a gaze back to Gollum, who had been watching Sam intently. 
The few strands of hair that he still possessed hung in front over the eyes.  
There was something in the air none of them could quite understand. Nor none of 
them truly knew, for it was something they have never experienced, and most 
likely never would. Morning was still ebbing on, and the cold did not cease. It 
strangled the minds and bodies of the three companions. But one thing was 
certain. They were all alone. 
 
Sam watched Gollum intently. Something about him was strange this morning. He 
never seemed quite so eager to please his 'master'. Nor had he ever looked at 
either of them like.like he was now. He couldn't figure it out, and in the end 
it scared him even more so. Now he wished that the creature would simply act 
like the wretch he was the first time they met. Just so he had an excuse to 
plunge that sword of his right through his filthy little gullet. 
 
But than the emaciated hobbit did something he never expected. It looked as 
though a sudden thought had occurred to him while he stared at his tired 
master. With new eagerness he reached over to Frodo's backpack. With a step 
forward, Samwise was very willing to stop him. He could not help, however, the 
curiosity to see what he was to do next.  
 
Next he loosened the straps and began to rummage inside. Frodo simply watched 
him, even more entranced in they're guides sudden behavior. The pack itself was 
sitting to the right, and he turned to study the way he searched. His arms were 
elbow deep into the ring bearer's things, until he finally appeared to find 
what he wanted. 
 
Lembas bread, of all things. He pulled it out, excluding the leaf it was 
wrapped in. And without further hesitation, he held it towards Frodo.  
"Is master hungry?" He asked, smiling. And the poor hobbit's heart nearly 
exploded with emotion. Tears almost welled from his eyes, but struggled his 
best to withhold them. And despite the need that he felt to accept the 
creature's gift, his stomach told him something else. The elvesh bread burned 
him inside and out, and could no longer tolerate it even with water.  
 
"I am sorry, Smeagol. I'm afraid I am not hungry in the least. Thank you for 
the offer, however." And finished with a smile that could melt any heart. His 
heart broke when he saw Gollum's expression turn to disappointment.  
"But master needs to eat! Smeagol has not seen him eat for days!" The words 
came out desperate and sad, a pleading look in his eyes. But still, Frodo felt 
in no mood for anything like the lembas. "I am okay, Smeagol, really" And cast 
his face downward, beginning to feel sickly and awash with weariness again. 
 
The other hobbit was just as surprised at Gollum's offer. And so he stood 
transfixed at the scene before him. It wasn't until Frodo refused the offer 
when he began to walk towards the two. But still he said nothing in fear of 
upsetting his master. So his suspicions were right all along, he could no 
longer handle food. It was getting worse day by day. 
 
Gollum's head looked downcast at Frodo's response, looking saddened and 
disappointed. But than he heard Sam's approach, and a new thought seemed to 
enter his mind. He looked up to the other hobbit, but dared not smile. But he 
did extend his arm, and offered again the lembas. 
 
"Is hobbit hungry? Hobbit likes this, doesn't he?" He asked in his most 
innocent, convincing voice. And for once, Sam didn't think he had some kind of 
motive from all this. He looked into those eyes for the first time, and saw 
something he's never glimpsed before. Desperation, and worry. Gollum was 
afraid for both the hobbit's health. 
 
His stomach lurched at the thought of eating anything that creature touched. 
But he was hungry, as a matter of fact, he was on his way to get the exact same 
bread Gollum now held. True, he had more in his backpack. But even Sam could 
not be so rude to the creature as to simply refuse the food offered to him. 
Despite the quell of his stomach, he reached down and accepted the bread. 
 
Gollum sat and watched as the 'fat hobbit' took and slowly ate the food. 
Although he was sure to leave the part he had touched for last. And even than, 
he ate it in one gulp. He looked disgusted, and swallowed it as fast as he 
could. 
"There. Are you satisfied?" He said, sarcastically, rather irritated. But 
Gollum was not put off by the statement, in fact, he was delighted. 
"Hobbit niiiice and full? Are Hobbitses ready for long walk today? Smeagol show 
you the easy way! Nasssty Orcses don't go this way." And with that, he walked 
over to his master, and gently pawed at his cloak. "Master need more sleep?"  
 
Frodo looked up with dismay. "No, we should start again. Let's go Sam" And than 
proceeded to help himself up.  
 
Smeagol that ran to the beginning of the path, and waited happily for the 
hobbits to gather themselves together. The cold than became apparent to them 
once more. As Gollum stood hunched over on all fours, puffs of air circulated 
from his mouth at a rapid rate. His ribcage heaved with excitement. And than a 
sudden full body shiver racked through the creature's thin frame. Goosebumps 
sprang up all over his body, and veins popped out. 
 
Samwise actually felt a pang of pity for the little wretch. It had to be the 
first time he'd truly done so. But it passed quickly, and he looked over to 
Frodo, and saw he was actually in the same condition. His breathing was 
quickened, clouds puffing out in front of his face. Eyes wide, and he too, 
seemed to be full of new energy. As much as this puzzled and confused him, he 
thought it best not to ask. 
The poor ring bearer was most certainly troubled enough.Let him be, for now. He 
walked up ahead behind their guide, in his usual spot, and followed. Gollum 
waved them ahead, even more excited than usual. 
 
They walked all day. The constant freezing temperature impeding the process 
more than ever before. The path was surprising easier this time around, it 
circled around rock outcroppings, and away from any sign of Orc activity. 
Occasionally, Gollum would stop and turn his head left and right. He appeared 
to be looking for the next pathway, or danger, or both. But he was always sure 
to check that the hobbits were well. 
 
Once, they ran out of water. And the ever- attentive Smeagol was there to run 
ahead and get more from a mountain river he knew well. Sam grew more and more 
suspicious of the creature's strange newfound caring. Was he leading them into 
a trap? 
 
Sam didn't question it, not one bit.  
Night was beginning to fall, and the cloudy day was nearing it's end. The sun 
cast an orange glow into the sky, and than disappeared into the horizon. It now 
looked a light purple, gradually turning dark blue. And when they reached a 
relatively peaceful clearing, the older hobbit stopped. 
"Hobbitses rest here! Nice spot, we rest here before, precious." He waved them 
both into the clearing, than had another full-body shiver. Gollum suddenly 
looked very tired, his features losing their normal exuberance. Sam didn't need 
to be told twice, and plunked down, exhausted, near a bush. 
"Nature calls, Sam, I'll be right back" And with that, Frodo walked off into 
the brush. Leaving the two bitter rivals alone. 
Sam eyed their guide strangely. Smeagol's eyelids were heavy, and occasionally 
would close them, only to have them shoot open seconds later. This caused the 
bright blue of his irises to flash across the clearing 
He watched, and was fascinated. Gollum stood, hunched over, on a small rock at 
the edge of the clearing. His body would wobble forward, than catch himself 
from falling over, all the while he was shivering, breathing out puffs of air. 
Sam breathed out, watching the cloud dissipate in front of his face, and rubbed 
his arms for warmth. 
"Glad I'm not him" Sam thought to himself. How could he have survived so long 
being so naked? But than the hobbit began to think for the poor wrench's 
welfare, would he make it through the night? Than his logical side came in.  
"Who cares?" He then thought. And tried to look away from the sad spectacle in 
front of him. 
"Is hobbit cold?" He heard from the lithe figure across from him. Sam bit his 
lip before he could respond. Feeling cold now from within. "Yes." He replied, 
without looking, and hugged himself even closer. The chill was starting to have 
it's effect on the fat hobbit, and would do anything for some sort of heat, no 
matter how small. 
"Smeagol cold too." Said he with a sigh. And than all was silent until Frodo 
returned. 
Sam almost fell asleep in the short time he had to himself, but was glad to see 
his master had returned. Sidling up beside him, they tried their best to keep 
one another warm. They managed to pack blankets for both of them, and began to 
cover themselves up for the cold night ahead. 
It was just than when Frodo looked across the clearing to Gollum. He was 
shivering so hard now, teeth chattering loud enough to hear. And Sam could see 
the look in his fellow hobbit's eyes, and knew what was coming next.  
"Smeagol." Frodo began. "Why don't you come over here with us?" The question 
made the emaciated halfling look up, suddenly, as if jolted. Sam had the same 
reaction, and the two bore their eyes into the ring bearer with equal 
intensity. "Mr. Frodo!" He whispered loudly. 
"I don't want him." Sam began, but the ring bearer only had to look at him, and 
something in those eyes blazed with such a sad, pitiful light, that he closed 
his mouth and leaned back. It looked as though Frodo was about to cry, all for 
Gollum, all for his suffering, and it made him sick. 
"I won't have him by you. It's too risky, Frodo." And looked at him once more. 
"Besides. Besides I don't want him by me, and neither should you." But Frodo 
only kept starting straight ahead, not noticing a word he was saying. And Sam 
knew nothing he said would persuade his master. It was as though he was under 
some spell. 
And then a thought struck him, and it made him nauseous. Yet he knew it was the 
only thing Frodo would agree to. His stomach turned and mind went hazy, and he 
looked at Gollum from across the clearing. Those large eyes of his were 
watching the two with interest, breathing quickened.  
"What if he sleeps with me? Would that help?" He hated saying those words, but 
it was necessary. But it left a bitter taste in his mouth.  
Frodo looked at him with surprise and amazement. "You would do that?" 
"If it means protecting you, Mr.Frodo, than yes. If you won't have it any other 
way." He half expected Frodo to apologize then fall asleep, but it didn't 
happen, and he simply nodded. 
 
Sam felt as though bile would be coming up, but kept it under. He watched as 
Gollum looked hesitantly at both of them.  
"Gollum." He forced the words out. "Come here."  
He watched as the creature began to slowly creep in his direction. He paused, 
hand in mid-step and looked towards his master. 
"It's okay Smeagol. I want you to sleep with Sam tonight. You might get ill or 
die in this weather." He responded in an urgent tone, all the while looking 
Smeagol in the eye. 
 
Gollum nodded, than swallowed hard. He than began to walk towards him again, 
Sam almost refused the minute the creature got close. He turned his back 
towards Frodo, determined to keep him safe from the foul being he intended to 
keep.in his arms. the whole night. 
Now Gollum was feet away from Sam, whom was laying on his side. The hobbit's 
heartbeat increased a tenth fold, and could hear it in his ears. Than he was 
right beside him, and looked up. The creature was huddled inches from his face, 
and could look into his very eyes. He couldn't see much in the failing light, 
but those eyes were as bright as day. 
Sam swallowed hard, and with a quick thrust of his arms, drew back the blanket. 
He exposed his underside for the creature to lay in.  
"Come on then." Sam said with hastiness, just wanting to get it over with.  
Gollum hesitated, than slowly began to worm his way into the other hobbit's 
arms. He had never experienced anything like being held before, ever. Not even 
as a young hobbit lass, in his earliest and faintest memories. Sam expected him 
to lay with his back to him, but to his surprise, he lay with his face deeply 
smothered in his shirt. 
The thin one snuggled as close as he possibly could, even being so bold as to 
dig his fingers into the space between his shirt and cloak. He bunched his legs 
up as tight against him as much as he could.  
Sam stiffened the minute he felt the creature clasp onto him. It felt as though 
a little hobbit child had climbed onto him. But Gollum was his size, plus a few 
inches. And than he realized he hasn't even put his arms around the pitiful 
thing yet. And so he brought his arms together, unwillingly. 
His arms encircled the creature. It wasn't difficult to get them around him, 
either,his body was so tight and scrawny. His hands interlocked, and held the 
creature as tight as he could. There was no way he could get away without him 
knowing. Than he remembered to toss the blanket back onto them, he did so than 
resumed holding the older hobbit close, and secure. 
A multitude of feelings and sensations went through Sam's mind and body at that 
moment. His first thought wondered to the feel of Gollum's skin. The light 
played tricks on his hide, it was not slimy at all. Perhaps it once was, but it 
was no longer. Instead, it oddly felt incredibly soft and dry. How it could be 
both, he had no idea. And the color of his skin was a sickly white, not gray 
like he saw him in the night. Some parts were still a faint flesh color, and 
with the occasional spot here and there. 
His ears were pointy, he now noticed. Just like his.what was he, anyway? He 
never cared to know until now. He soon figured to simply study him better to 
find out. For some odd reason, the creature had strong, muscular biceps. This 
was odd considering his otherwise thin physique. Strong yet weak. 
And than there was the smell, no where near as bad than he thought. When they 
first met on that horror-filled night, he smelled like a nasty bog. But he 
noticed that the smell would fade day by day. Now the smell had gone, seeing as 
he hasn't been near one for quite some time. He had became, dare he say it, 
more sanitary. Despite his raw eating habits, and even that was rather clean to 
an extent. 
Rather. He smelled more like simply another hobbit. In fact, he was absolutely 
masked in the scent, it was very heavy on him. It had a strange effect on Sam, 
making him almost dizzy. He soon recovered, of course. It did throw him off a 
little though.  
He listened to Gollum's breathing. It was rapid with excitement and fear at 
first, than slowed. In fact, it slowed so much, he was obviously sleeping. And 
sleeping well at that. His breath was long and slow, and Sam could hear it 
loudly as it was the only sound there was. As he exhaled, he felt the warm 
breath hit his neck, and relished it rather than shunned it. 
And the warmth. That's what amazed him the most. He expected the creature to be 
cold, hard, and without any comfort whatsoever. But in reality he had to be the 
most comfortable then he ever has been before. Gollum was like a little 
furnace. His constant shivering gave off an intense amount of heat.  
Now, Sam found himself wanting more. He hugged the strange hobbit even tighter. 
Now his face was buried in his neck, not the chest. Their chests pressed 
together, and now, it was Sam who's breath was becoming laborious, ragged, and 
full of want. 
He had to get closer, no longer caring for his safety nor his superficial 
attitude towards him. However he didn't know how he could possibly get any 
closer. Gollum was still fast asleep, and was taking full advantage of Sam's 
body heat. He snuggled closer, unconsciously, and now his face lay on top of 
the other hobbit's.  
Sam jolted, but remained in his current position. The feel of the creature's 
face touching his was too much. He needed his warmth, needed that touch of his 
skin. And without thinking of it, he began to move under the covers. 
He was careful not to disturb Frodo who was sleeping right next to him. Sam 
rolled over with all the care he could manage, and trapped Gollum beneath him. 
This separated him from his sleeping master, and allowed him more freedom. 
Still, Sam was sure to be as quiet as possible. He could never know of this. 
His heart beating swiftly, he noticed as Gollum began to meekly stir from the 
disturbance. He didn't open his eyes, but he groaned tiredly and stretched his 
legs. He than sighed heavily and yawned wide. Sam lay his body over his thin 
companion. He was still unaware of his intentions, his sleep deep and 
wonderful. For first time in a long, long time. And he dreamed, of what no one 
knows, but it was satisfying and fulfilling, and the precious had no part in it. 
Meanwhile Sam wrapped his rough hands around the pale being. He than gently and 
very tenderly began to kiss his neck. His lips were planted softly on the 
creature's skin, he tasted moist and something he couldn't quite place, but 
knew that he liked it. Moving upwards, he now kissed the sleeping hobbit's 
check, and found that as he inhaled his scent even closer, he was growing 
aroused. 
Now his cock grew hard beneath his trousers, he found he needed more. Much more 
than was being provided to him. And as Sam's erection poked against Gollum's 
inside thigh, and continued the ministrations, he awoke. It was slow, and 
confused, but it was clear. 
His eyes blinked open, and Sam ceased the kissing, and looked up with a look of 
horror into those flabbergasted eyes. 
"What is hobbit doi-!" He began in a loud, panicked, confused voice.  
But Sam swiftly covered his mouth before he could utter another sound. And 
Gollum did not bite his hand, despite the fact that he was now frightened 
again. He didn't know what the hobbit was doing, but he knew it wasn't 
threatening. 
Sam watched with great sexual desire as the excited Gollum continued to look up 
at him with his wide eyes. The way his chest rose and fell in quick bouts drove 
him even further.  
"Shhhh!" Sam said, making his other hand put his finger to his own lips.  
"Don't wake master, you wouldn't want to disturb his sleep would you?" He 
whispered. 
Gollum shook his head slightly, and Sam removed his hand. Now he was not sure 
what to do. And started to fear for his personal safety, he so wanted to 
continue. Sam's breathing was fast and laborious, he positioned himself so that 
there was now a few feet between himself and the pasty being below him.  
"You want master to be happy, Gollum? Than listen to what Sam tells you, 
alright? Lay down and be quiet. Ignore me and go to sleep." And than he slowly 
began to lay on top of the wily creature again.  
Gollum nodded timidly. "But what is Sam hobbit doing?" He tried asking again, 
but more urgent.  
"Shhh! Lay down." Sam responded quietly. 
And Gollum responded, no longer moving or speaking. The only movement the 
blinking of eyes and the heavy undulation of his visible ribcage. His breathing 
had turned from that of soft slumber to raspy nervousness. He was always 
terrified of the Sam-hobbit. He gave himself, completely, to the body above him. 
Sam than nestled his head again into the crook of Gollum's neck. Though now the 
atmosphere was notably different. The once peaceful and whimsical sleeping 
figure now was noticeably afraid and aware. And despite the fat hobbit's 
wishes, his eyes remained open. 
He resumed kissing his neck, tenderly, savoring the feel as the skin brushed 
his lips. And now his hands migrated, one on his back, the other on the back of 
his neck. Where his hands were, he clasped on gently but firmly. But Gollum 
made no real struggle. Sam knew that he was stronger than him, and could have 
forced his way out if he really wanted too. 
Slowly, he began to get closer to Gollum's face again. And now his cheek was 
his new victim, and nuzzled it, then kissed it with passion. Daringly, Sam than 
focused to his lips. They were a considerably healthy shade, and still looked 
plump, now that Sam saw them up close. 
And before the logical side of the young hobbit's mind could kick in, he lent 
forward and gently kissed him on the lips. Not satisfied, he opened his mouth 
and delved in. His tongue wormed in between Gollum's lips, forcefully 
separating them and entering the warm and wet mouth. He did taste vaguely of 
fish, but it didn't matter compared from the shear pleasure that eradiated 
through his body.  
His tongue danced a ballet with the relatively dormant one of his partner. Sam 
separated for a second, than kissed with arousal and finesse again, and again. 
Until finally he began to feel Gollum respond. His tongue began to react, his 
lips closing around Sam's. The creature's arms began to snake up and wrap 
loosely around the hobbit atop him. 
Sam finally released from the kiss that would have turned a million heads. He 
looked down upon his object of newfound lust, and panted. He noticed that he 
was still breathing out cold jets of clouds, despite the fact that he was now 
hot, too hot, in fact. The blanket covered both of them still, hiding them from 
any prying eyes. 
 
Gollum, too, panted beneath him. But now his eyes were closed, he licked his 
lips, than let his hands fall from the hobbit.  
The sandy haired hobbit was now beyond all persuasion. It was like some drug 
that needed to be taken at a even faster rate. Sam now undid the elvesh cloak, 
undoing the pin so fast that he fumbled in all his nervousness. But it was off. 
Than his shirt was swiftly pulled up and over his head. The cold air bit at his 
bare chest, but it bothered him not. 
Gollum opened his eyes and saw what the Hobbit was doing. The expression on his 
face that of confusion. Sam grabbed one of Gollum's squashed, flattened hands, 
and placed it upon his own chest.  
"Touch me." Sam than whispered into his ear as he leaned forward.  
Gollum, afraid for his life, did as told. Caressing Sam's chest with his 
calloused palms. Just than, Sam followed up by pressing his hands to that of 
the former ring bearer. Slowly moving them up and down his exposed stomach.  
 
Gollum began to feel something he has not in almost five hundred years. The 
only memory he remembers of it was sneaking around with Deagol. His cousin 
would take him to certain houses with luscious young virgin hobbits inside.  
Smeagol did the sneaking, however, and would spy in on them as they dressed or 
bathed. He would masturbate, then ejaculate into the nearby weeds. Deagol would 
do the same.  
Though Smeagol never really thought it was right, spying on those females. But 
knew if he ever said anything to his cousin, he'd get a lecture about 'being a 
whinny, sissy, cry- baby stoor' and would try anything to prove him wrong. 
 
Now a hobbit lay atop him, and was making him feel those strange sensations all 
over again, only much, much stronger. Sam leaned in, and began to play with 
him.Placing slow circular kisses on his very exposed collarbone. Than moved 
downwards and proceeded to lick and suck at the two small nipples that dotted 
his thin chest. Gollum sucked in a sudden gasp of air. And a feeling of 
incredible arousal surged within him. Sam was encouraged by this, and worked 
harder. 
With a more fevered and lustful rhythm, Gollum panted and lay his head back. He 
breath in and out, and moved his hands over his own chest. Trying to deal with 
the intense emotion that now thrived within his small frame. 
Than just as suddenly, Sam pulled back, and began to kiss a trail downwards 
along his stomach. Gollum shivered and jerked beneath his touch, but remained 
still. Blood flow increased to his genitalia, and for the first time in 
hundreds of years, formed an erection. 
Sam noticed this as he got to Gollum's stomach, and stopped dead. Meanwhile, 
his partner continued to huff and wheeze loudly with a sudden onslaught of 
sexual desire. All the while, Sam was contemplating what he should do next. 
 
The answer became apparent as the poor creature began to suffer for what seemed 
to Sam as being aroused, and not having any relief. He looked down at the bulge 
underneath his loincloth, and with a single swipe, tore it from his body. 
Gollum imminently yelped, and started to form into a little ball. Sam stopped 
him, and proceeded to push him back down.  
"It will be fine. Lay down. Let me do this." He said with urgency .  
The older hobbit whimpered, but lay still. And actually began to blush with 
modesty.And Sam than studied the prize that he had managed to win from all his 
efforts. It was only a few centimeters shorter than his, fully erect that was. 
Surprisingly, weather and other hardships had not the same effect on the 
private areas of the creature than the more exposed regions. But than, the only 
amount of clothing the creature always wore covered them. It made sense that 
they were less withered than his whole body. 
It was almost as normal as his, and Sam didn't hesitate to take it in his 
hands. He began to jack off the former ring bearer, moving as best he could 
from his own personal experience. At the touch of his rough gardener's hands, 
pre-cum dripped out, at which he expertly smeared over the stiff member. 
Gollum's hips them began to follow the rhythm. Rocking back and forth with 
incredible force. Sam began to fantasize what it would be like to have that 
cock inside him, and now he almost wish he could get the creature to mount him. 
After some time, Gollum began to moan. Not loud enough to wake the slumbering 
Frodo, however.  
"Sam-hobbit" He moaned. Whimpering, almost sadly, still embarrassed, and looked 
away from the hobbit that pleasured him. 
His hands shaking, and breathing loud. And with a sudden last buck of the 
hips, he ejaculated into Sam's awaiting hands. But he did not wipe his hands, 
he had other things in mind. He just hoped that it wouldn't be loud enough to 
wake his sleeping friend, however. 
With one hand, Sam released his trousers, revealing a penis gleaming with 
pre-cum. It was all the arousal he needed. With the other hand, he spread his 
partner's seed. He was sure to wipe the rest on the inside of his pants laying 
nearby. 
He raised Gollum's legs, and knew he wouldn't respond well to this. But he 
needed more, he felt his outside, now he needed the warmth of his inside. He 
carefully penetrated, and was sure to not cause him any unnecessary pain. He 
winced as he emitted a high pitched yelp of surprise. 
Gollum shook with sudden surprise and bewilderment, and started to back up. Sam 
stopped him again, grabbing his shoulders, partially forceful, partially with 
comfort. Than despite the pleading look in his companion's eyes, pulled him 
backwards and penetrated him full.  
Gollum gasped sharply with surprise and pain. It slowly diminished, and he 
shook in full. His breathing hoarse and raspy. The feel of the other hobbit 
inside him always present, he had filled him up to his hilt. 
 
"Shhhh.Shhhh" Sam comforted. And leaned forward slightly, pulling Gollum's legs 
over his shoulder. He than slowly began to pull out, than thrust back in. 
Trying his best not to cause the creature any pain. The pain was gradually 
being replaced by pleasure, and Gollum found himself in a world of alien 
happiness. He moaned along with Sam, and reached his arms around Sam's body, 
his rough hands clasping on tightly around his barrel-like body.  
Sam began to moan his name. Or what he thought to be his name, in a hushed 
whisper, and repeated it. "No" Gollum corrected him, huskily. "Smeagol, Smeagol 
is our name." Sam heard him, but didn't care much.  
Thrusting increased, in and out, and it was beginning to have it's effect on 
both of them. Gollum felt both shamed and filled with pleasure. He ran those 
flat and thin fingers of his through the other hobbit's curly sandy hair. Sam 
almost in unison, did the same by swiftly feeling the loose strands of his 
near- bald head. And found them soft, this final act of touch drove him to 
climax. 
Finally, Sam bucked forward with sudden ejaculation, empting his seed deep 
inside the tortured being. He caught his breath as he looked down at the figure 
beneath him. Gollum's eyes were now closed, looking very tired.  
Sam than pulled out, empty and tired he rolled off the older hobbit. He was 
warm now. And so seemed Gollum. 
Gollum had enough energy left to roll over and grab his loincloth, he tied it 
back on, than scrambled beneath the covers. Sam, however, sat for a moment, and 
was warm and comfortable.Then the old air bit him suddenly, and relized with 
dawning horror what he had just done.Than he crawled back underneath the 
covers.  
"This didn't happen, do you understand?" He asked with a look of seriousness 
that stared him down. 
"This is a dream. Get it? Just a dream. It never happened" Gollum looked at 
Sam like he was crazy, but faced with him, he nodded, frightened again. 
"Never happened, precious." He said meekly. 
Despite the pleasure that tingled all over his body, he listened to the 
hobbit. They would never lie to him, never. He could trust the hobbitses, it 
must have been a good dream. 
Sam, however, felt as though he would throw up. And almost did, having that the 
lembas was a little harder to yak up than other foods. He did spit up some 
bile, however. He walked over to his pack, and used the remaining water from 
the canteen to wash off his hands, hair, anything he touched. Needless to say, 
he ran out of water before he ran out of places. Than he somehow managed to get 
his clothing back on.  
'Get back with Frodo, Samwise' he told himself. 'Don't you remember? You went 
to go to the bathroom, must have dosed off somewhere, had that horrid 
nightmare.Realistic as it was. Now go back and make sure that stinker doesn't 
attack Mr.Frodo.' He told himself. 
Over, and over, and over. Until it was the only answer he would except. 
He noticed, however, strangely, he was no longer cold. When he looked out back 
to where he had been sleeping, he saw Gollum sleeping on his stomach, right 
next to Frodo's back. He was clasping on to his clock, snuggling closely. 
And despite what he thought of as a horrid nightmare, he was tired of caring. 
He wanted the good parts of that nightmare back. So he sidled down next to him, 
his face towards the creature. Wrapping his arms loosely around him, Gollum 
sighed in response. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he felt his hand reach 
out and touch his during the night. 
The next morning, Sam made sure he got up first. He walked about, the thoughts 
from last night nearly gone, because he was certain they had to be elements of 
fiction. Created by a mind starved for sleep.  
Than he saw Gollum get up, he stretched like a cat, and looked at him. The 
glance was something of wonder at the younger hobbit, almost as though the both 
had a secret. Than he looked at master with the sort of look a mother would 
give her sick child, than bounded off into Ithilian. Why he didn't know. But he 
didn't stop him. 
He stood and looked over the sleeping Frodo. And he shook, despite the new warm 
and sunny weather. The cold snap was over, and Sam was almost disappointed.  
 
And the strange thing was, he didn't remember why.