Author: Melyanna_65
E-mail: hobbit.65@libero.it
Pairing: Frodo / Sam
Rating: NC-17 - Explicit
Warnings: Slash, graphic
Timeline: Pre-quest, before Bilbo left the Shire
Summary: Sam discovers a new aspect of Frodo, in a hot summer night. First time.
Disclaimer: Hobbits and the Shire are Tolkien’s (Eru bless him!). No offence intended and no money made.
BATHING IN MOONLIGHT
Sam thought of himself as a very lucky hobbit.
Having reached his tweens, he allowed himself a series of little pleasures which until then had been forbidden: he got permission to smoke his first bit of pipeweed and to spend evenings drinking strong ale at the Green Dragon. And he had started courting a sweet, pretty lass named Rosie Cotton.
But the greatest joy, for Sam, was gardening. And, since his father had retired, he had been tending the most gorgeous garden in all the Shire: the garden of Bag End, the legendary smial of the even more legendary Bagginses.
Very nice gentlehobbits indeed, those Bagginses. And no matter what speculations the voices at the Green Dragon were spreading about them. In Sam’s opinion, Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo were simply the finest gentry in the Shire, often inclined to share a word, a cup of tea or a good ale with him and the Gaffer.
Especially Mr. Frodo.
From the day of his arrival at Bag End, when Sam was still a child, they had developed a quite singular but strong friendship. Sam loved Mr. Frodo dearly, loved his charming manners and intelligence. The two young hobbits shared a passion for stories about Elves and far lands, told by Bilbo in the parlour during the cold winter days, or in the garden, when the season was good and the air pleasantly warm.
These were the memories Sam mostly cherished: sitting with Mr. Frodo on the rug by the hearth, both of them listening in amazement to the soft, comforting voice of Mr. Bilbo, tales and adventures becoming real before their eyes, taking shape through the smoke of the older hobbit’s favourite pipeweed.
In those days, Sam’s mind, only a child’s mind, had learnt to fly in wonder, towards unknown places outside the Shire: huge mountains, dark, mysterious forests and strange cities. He had never been more than just a few miles from his humble smial in Bagshot Row n.3, and it was while he and Frodo sat listening to Bilbo’s tales that he became aware that Middle Earth was immensely bigger than he had always thought. And that creatures he had believed existed only in fairy tales could actually be met far, so far, away.
* * *
Frodo, too, thought of himself as a very lucky hobbit.
He enjoyed his simple life in Bag End with his uncle Bilbo. A comfortable, peaceful smial and a bedroom of his own, so different from the confusion of the overstuffed Brandy Hall.
Of course, he missed his beloved cousins Merry and Pippin, but Bilbo was good company, with his sense of humour and his infinite dose of tales and adventures to recount.
And his library … any sort of book, of various sizes and subjects, for Frodo’s unquenchable curiosity, just to pick up and read, sprawled on his bed or under a tree ….
And there was Sam. Sweet, shy, reliable Sam.
Frodo had loved him since the day they had met. A little child, with large eyes and a larger smile, eager to learn the secrets of herbs and plants from his father. Strong and gentle, he reminded Frodo of the good earth, its ripe fruits and scented flowers. Not only a gardener and servant, but a friend.
