#215 Here at the end of all things.
Here at the end of all things.
They both sat, voices near silent as they gasped for the little air that was still able to make it into their lungs. Frodo was holding Sam, tears streaming down both their faces. Sam had admitted to one of his lifetime dreams. That he would’ve married Rosie-lass if he had remained in The Shire. He was still to nervous even after all they had gone through the past year together to admit his most fervent desire. Figuring that having his head lying on Frodo’s shoulder was the closest he would come.
"I am glad.."
Tentatively Frodo put his arm about Sam and pulled him tighter against himself, until Sam stopped shaking. He rocked Sam gently. For a moment everything else was forgotten. But not as it was before. No this was a different forgetfulness a precious one. Forgotten were the dreams that had plagued him across the barren and ruined lands. The dreams that threatened to take over even his days, the pain of his hand. The hunger for food, for water, and worse yet the Ring; all of it was gone swallowed up in relief by the soft golden curls that lay soft against his neck. Encouraged that Sam didn’t pull away from him, Frodo allowed himself the small pleasure of allowing his lips to touch Sam’s cheek. "There that was safe" Frodo thought to himself, "he would as least have that much."
"..You are with me.."
Sam leaned unconsciously into the kiss. It was all he had ever really wanted. Though he would have never voiced the words aloud, it was not his place to say such things of one "so.. beautiful.. so right.. so lov-" Sam swallowed the words he was first going to say "so well to do; as Mr. Frodo." That was better he could not admit to the other it was not his place to feel that for someone so far above his station. He shifted and caught sight of the red as it trickled warm and wet down onto his shoulder. He remembered quite clearly now where his place was. "I don’t have anything to bind it with that is clean. Forgive me Mr. Frodo But I seemed to have lost my pack." He shook his head and gazed out. His pack was somewhere covered by a bed of lava away north? west? Even he didn’t know which direction was which any longer. He did have something though, dirty as it was. Maybe the virtue of the lady would hold even here. Using Sting he cut a wide swatch from his cloak.
"..Here at the end.."
Frodo’s eyes opened again as he felt Sam move and shift. He had been secretly exploring and enjoying the sensation of Sam’s skin with his lips and only missed the contact when it shifted away from him. In fact he had not even heard Sam talking to himself until he heard the rip of material. "What are you doing love?" He whispered as Sam bound up his hand tenderly. "Why helping to heal you, dearest one" was the reply. The tears returned fresh to Frodo’s eyes, had he meant that? Was he really Sam’s dearest one? And what about Rosie? No he did not want to hear about Rosie then, so he kept silent and watched with fascination as his hand was covered by the fabric from the cloak, the lady’s magic of healing, or perhaps Sam’s magic, stole into Frodo’s pain and caused some of it to disappear. Sam’s tears lay upon his cheeks as he had worked and Frodo knew what he had to do. With a corner of the elven cloak he wiped the tears from Sam’s face. "Thank you, love."
"..Of all things.."
There is was again. Sam wasn’t sure he had heard in the first time, but that time it was clear. He looked up and found his eyes lost in a field of cornflower blue, bright with tears and something else.. love.. Frodo had said the word to him. The only song he had ever wanted to hear, ever since a rambunctious orphaned tweenager had moved into Bag End and into the heart of one Samwise Gamgee. He could no longer deny the pull as he leaned forward, his hands catching Frodo’s face and pulling his lips to embrace his own. It was a tidal wave of motion as the last few rags of their clothes came off. The light cloak of Lothlorien a makeshift blanket against the ash and embers now falling thicker about them; they had come to the end of it.
No words were left in their throats, as the sought to hide in each other’s arms. Hiding from the wastes that were steadily rising to consume them or bury them. Better to be in each other's arms then separated for the end of times. Gandalf’s words came back to them both as they joined. Sam sliding into Frodo - pushing into the smaller body even as Frodo wrapped his legs about him to increase the depth; ‘All you have to decide is what to do with the time given to you’
Sam slid the rest of the way in and paused. Both their eyes watched the other, memorizing the face of their beloved, as they sought to fulfill the other with the last of their stores of energy. Frodo was the first to climax, with Sam soon following suit. Frodo’s arms locked about Sam’s body denying his escape from the confines of his body. Sam happily conceded to the unspoken request to stay there. As their eyes slid closed Frodo released his last words.. "My..
..Sam"