The return of the ring

HOLLY'S FANFIC.

Sam x Frodo

appearance my eyes have ever been
fortunate enough to witness. I lay there

frustrated as his molten eyes engulfed
me and he drew his knee up, putting
exasperating amounts of pressure
on my thick, erect member. His smile
morphed into a mocking grin as my
hands explored the small of his back
and the tops of his thighs. I could feel
his member becoming equally as erect
as he stared into my eyes, and hovered
his silky lips inches above mine.

"Sam ...?" He rested his forehead
against mine and stared deeply into
my eyes, pressing his plump nose
against mine. My body felt completely
paralysed as he sighed deeply and
placed his hands in my sandy hair,
shuffling his bulging crotch against
mine playfully. A mischievous smile
played at his lips as I gradually

unbutioned hiS shirt, one polished
button at a time. He breathed heavily
into my ear, tugging at my hair lightly
as my rough hands brushed the heavy
shirt from his pale, thin frame. My
finger traced the ugly scar that marked
Trodolo toreo ond ho anoanad liahtl

"Sorry Mr. Frodo; what was it you
wanted?" I felt heat slash across my
face as my thoughts turned smutty. I
bowed my head, hiding my blushes
sheepishly. I felt his smooth, warm
hands grip my face. A heart-meltingly
gorgeous smile appeared in front
of me, and I lost control as his body
melted in my bulky arms. The wind
grew stronger, and my hair shielded
my eyes as Frodo ran his hands down
my stomach and began to clumsily
unbutton my slacks with trembling
hands. My half-erect penis jolted
upright his touch, causing him to let

out a small chuckle. One of his hands
found its way underneath my tunic and
started stroking my chest, as the other
gently caressed my erection. Deoep
moans built up in my throat

My eyes rolled back into my head.
His hands felt so smooth against my
weathered skin. The trees began
to moan, and shade crept into the
secluded clearing. The air suddenly
became crisp and chilly. A shiver
rippled down Frodo's spine, and he
pulled away from me abruptly, holding
his chest as a distressed look flashed
across his face. I pulled him into my
chest, in an attempt to warm himn
with my excess chub. The sound of
giggling hobbits echoed around us as
we reclined against a tree amidst the
ferns, holding each other intently. His
endearing, crystal blue eyes peered up

at me; the light refiectng a specirum oJi
colours which made my heart pang. I
ran my hands through his silken curls,
my erection returning to its formerr
flaccid state. As quickly as the lust
drained from my body, the irrevocable
ache that obsessed my heart when I
was around him possessed me. His
plump lips parted slightly and his head
drew nearer to mine.

"Are you warm Mr. Frodo?" I reached
for his face, stroking his lips with my
coarse thumb. I longed to feel his lips
against mine; to feel his moist tongue
embrace my mouth. My hand searched
for his tunic. The soft fabric found its
way to me, and gently I stuffed Frodo's
arms into it as Goosebumps began to
occupy his skin. A small smile reflected
in his eyes, and he took my giant hands
in his minute palms.

"Sam, I'm fine. You need to stop
worrying about other people and put
your own interests at heart for once."
He nestled his face further into my
chest, and started to re-button his shirt,
never letting our eye contact break
for a second. I let out a long sigh and
nuzzled my face into his curls.

"I want this to last forever Sam." Frodo
stared up at me, leaning his petite face
into my neck. My heart started racing,
and my chest became intensely tight.
His eyes tore at my heart-strings; I
wanted to hold him so close that we
could feel each other's heart beats; I
wanted to cuddle into his chest and lay
together in the warm, unpretentious
hole-in-the-ground called Bag End. The
feelings overcame me; my heart beat
so hard I felt as if it was going to burst
through my chest. His warm, sm0oth
cheek rubbed again mine. sending

indescribable shivers throughout my
body. His breath quickened as he pulled
my face towards his. His slick tongue
ran across his lips in one smooth

motion; I mirrored him.

"I love you, Sam" Frodo whispered.

My mind rushed, and colour flushed
into my cheeks. I felt instantaneously
lightheaded; my heart was palpitating
so fast I feared for my wellbeing. His
warm, sweet breath flowed into my
mouth, as his soft, plump lips sucked
mine gently. My head was swimming.
and my heart felt as if it had swollen to
twice the size. A surge of hope slashed
through my heart, and I gasped a
short
breath inwards as Frodo moaned
unconscientiously. My lips returned
to his and the euphoria returned just
as wholly as before. His lips were so

supple and sweet tasting it sent me
into full overdrive. My fingers became
intertwined with his small digits.
In that moment I felt the closest to
perfection I had ever felt in my entire
life. His breath washed over me like
the darkness that now shrouded u1s
in the clearing

Those 3 words echoed in my mind
like the screech of Gandalf's Eagles,
with their wings spread majestically,
swooping down through the great rock
arches of Mordor. My mind becamne
entirely tranquil, and through the
darkness, our eyes met one last time.

"I love you too, Mr. Frodo." I pressed
my eager lips against his one last time.

"Sam, love? You've missed second
breakfast, my little munchkin." Rosie
peered down at me with her giant

emerald eyes; her honey-colouredl
curls tumbling down past her ears. An
innocent smile flashed across her face
as she parted fully from the kiss that
had awoken me.

My heart smashed into piercing shards
of sorrow as reality suddenly struck me
in the chest. Tears welled in my eyes as
Rosie left the wooden-filled room. My
heart panged with misery as I came to
realise that Frodo was not in my arms;
his sweet, childlike face was not close to
mine. His submissive, podgy lips were
not locked with mine; they never had
been and never would be. In truth, he
was thousands of miles away, and it
was likely that the thought of the shire
seldom occupied his mind, let alone the
thought of me. The tears splashed down
my face, creating pools of the deepest
blues in my dimples which only made
me ever more reminiscent of the vllic

time I had spent in the company of the
dark hobbit. I half-heartedly heaved
myself from the bedside, and pulledd
my way towards the chipped, round
window frame. My whole frame was
shaking with grief, and my nightclothes
were sopping wet with tears and drool.
My eyes were blurry and tears were
pouring from the swollen ducts which
dominated my view. Through ricketyy
gasps I managed to open my eyes and
choke the three words which made my
whole frame collapse; the three words
which could instantaneously paralyse
me; the three words which made it
achievable for me to carry on with
day by day life devoid of the constant
presence of the dark haired hobbi

I'll love you