Do You Remember?
Pairing: Sam/Frodo
Disclaimer: Don’t own these characters. No offence intended or money made.
So cold, Sam; I’m so cold. Don’t leave me, please. Hold me close and keep me safe.
"Do you remember when we used to sit on the roof of Bag End, the big oak tree keeping us sheltered from the worst of the weather, be it rain or sunshine? We would sit there for hours, all the while me saying that I should get back to work, and you thinking of reasons to keep me there."
I remember, I remember. You didn’t really want to leave though, did you?
"But I didn’t really want to leave. The greatest pleasure in my life was to be with you. It still is, even now, even here. Oh, when I think of those long days we used to spend doing nothing … if we had only known."
I wouldn’t have changed it. I’m so cold, Sam. Why aren’t you holding me? You used to touch me all the time, even if it was just a casual brush against me as you passed.
"Remember when we kissed for the first time? I can still see you, sitting with your back against the tree. You looked so beautiful to me, your eyes half closed against the light, the sun catching your hair. You said my name in that way that only you can, and pulled me towards you. Oh, Frodo, you tasted so good."
Kiss me now, won’t you? Let me feel the sun on my face.
"And I made a promise. I made a promise then, even though you never knew it, and I’ve stuck to it all these years. I promised that I would never let anything part us. But now … you left me, Frodo. You left me."
I didn’t leave you, I haven’t left you. I’m just cold and tired. If you would just hold me everything will be fine. Sam?
"So I have to leave you here, just for a little while, beloved Master. I have to finish what you started, but then I’ll come back and we can finish our journey together. Come, let me kiss you and then I’ll be on my way. Sooner I leave, sooner we’ll be together again."
Did I fail, Sam? Did I fail in the one task that was given to me? I don’t understand. I can’t feel your lips on me. You said you would kiss me. You sound as if you’re crying. Why can’t I see? Why can’t I touch you, and speak to you?
"There, Mr Frodo, you’ll be comfortable here, until I come back. I have to take this and then I’ll be on my way."
No! You can’t take it, no it’s mine! Sam, no!
"Horrible thing it is. If you don’t mind me saying so, it wasn’t fair of Mr Bilbo to give it to you. It wasn’t right."
Sam, please.
"I love you, Mr Frodo. So much. So very, very much. I never could tell you, not properly. I don’t have the gift of words, not like you. But you’re … you’re like summer rain to me, fresh and clean and life-giving."
And you’re like spring. You looked at me, held me, and I blossomed. You were the warmth I didn’t know I was missing. Sam, I’m so cold and lonely here. Help me.
"I must go now, sir. I’ll be back as quick as I can."
Sam….?
The End
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