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SQUEEEEEEE! *ahem* I mean... SQUEEEEEEE!
It's here. It's finally here. : D
Special SPECIAL thanks to you lyrastar77 for finding the time to beta for me, despite the tremendous stress you've been under. Sweeter than sweet you are - and a true friend to cherish. Mmmmwahhhh!
Watchin’ and Wonderin’
Author: Frodo_naatulien
Pairing: F/S
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Frodo attend a harvest celebration and, though they’re not able to show their affection publicly, Sam is unwilling to take his eyes from Frodo all night.
Watchin' and Wonderin'
You don’t know it, Frodo Baggins, but I’ll be keepin’ my eyes on you tonight -and no mistake.
Right along with everybody else, too, it seems - lads and lasses alike. Seems as if a lass has won out this dance round. And even though you’re tryin’ to hide it -and I can tell you are- I see that beautiful smile of yours spreadin’ across your flushed face, always sweet it is, and almost bashful-like now, too, as that lass is askin’ you for the dance and not the other way around.
In fact, you ain’t had to ask for a dance yet, though, truth be told, that don’t surprise me none. But I can tell you’re gettin’ wore out and tired now. And you’re tryin’ to hide that, too. And I see the way you wrap your arm gentle-like around that lass’s thin waist, and the way you hold her close to your body and twirl with her out into the crowd of other whirlin’, twirlin’ dancers on this cool night under the party tree, dancin’ as if it were your first dance of the night. I wonder if she knows at all how lucky she is to have this rare but fleeting moment with you. I wonder if they all know how lucky they are.
I know how lucky I am. I ain’t never felt luckier, Frodo. Though sometimes I wonder why it is that lovin’ you hurts so much. I wonder why seein’ you with that lass right now sends shootin’, stabbin’ pains straight through my heart, like it were bein’ ripped in two. I wonder why seein’ other lads look at you the way they do makes my stomach twist all up in knots, and takes my breath away like someone’s done hauled off and punched me in the chest. Makes me even want to ball up my fists sometimes.
Ah, but I know I’m just bein’ foolish. I know I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about, ‘cause when the evenin’s done, I know it’ll be my arms wrappin’ gentle around your thin waist, and my body pressed up close against yours. Only, there won’t be no homespun or fancy cloth comin’ between us, gettin’ in our way, will there? It’ll just be my hot, naked flesh slidin’ against your hot, naked flesh. And we’ll be dancin’ all right, but we have our own kind of dance, don’t we, Frodo? Though mayhap that won’t be the case tonight, you bein’ all tired and wore out and all. But it’s enough for me to just think on, leastways.
I see you’ve finally sat down to take a rest, and I’m thankful for that ‘cause, from where I’m standin’, you look like you’re about to drop from exhaustion. So I’ll be takin’ that as my cue. But I see a lad eyein’ you now, so I’m movin’ through the crowd quick as my steps’ll carry me. I know I can’t get to you fast enough to rescue you, but I reckon the night’s finally caught up with you now ‘cause I already see the lad walkin’ away with his head hangin’ down, all gloomy-like. I reckon he wanted his fair turn with you, too, just like everybody else, and I can’t blame him for that.
I ain’t quite got to you yet, but I see you lookin’ my way. And whether by chance, or whether you sensed me comin’, I’d not be knowin’, but now those big, beautiful, dreamy blue eyes of yours are fixed on mine and it’s takin’ every bit of strength I have in me, and it ain’t no joke, to keep myself from runnin’ through this here crowd, rude-like, and snatchin’ you up and havin’ my way with you right here on the party field, in front of every hobbit in Hobbiton. Now wouldn’t that make for a sight? Why, Miss Lobelia’d be on that like a hound on a fox, I reckon. And right busy as a bee on honey she’d be, too, I expect, with that bit o’juicy-sweet gossip, though I hope you’ll pardon me for thinkin’ so.
But that aside, I’ve been wonderin’ all night why seein’ you with this lad or lass made me feel like this, or seein’ you with that lad or lass made me feel like that, and tryin’ to make sense of it all. And then you look at me with those big, beautiful, sparklin’ eyes -shinin’ so under this big ol’ harvest moon out tonight- and that one look alone has pierced clean through me, has stabbed me straight through my heart and twisted my stomach all up in knots, even taken my breath away. And all at the same time, it has. All from that one, beautiful, I-want-you-now look. And suddenly it’s all startin’ to make sense.
I reckon I’m feelin’ a bit jealous.
Now I know you’ve given your heart to me, and I promised you faithfully I would keep it and cherish it and love you always and forever. And I will, Frodo Baggins, and that’s a fact. And I am so proud to have you by my side, but it ain’t like people’d be knowin’ about us or nothin’, leastways not yet. Aye, there’s those as know I’ve moved into Bag End with you and all, and I reckon some suspect as much, but that’s all it is. Nobody’d be knowin’ it for sure. And it ain’t all that unusual for a gardener to be livin’ on the premises with his employer or nothin’, seein’ as how he spends most o’his days there anyhow.
But I can sure tell you, even though you’ve promised yourself to me, it still don’t make it any easier seein’ somebody else lookin’ in those big, beautiful, dreamy blue eyes o’yours that make me feel like I’m fallin’ into the sky every time I look in ‘em. It don’t make it any easier seein’ somebody else touchin’ that soft, smooth skin o’yours that feels soft as a flowers’ petal under my fingertips, or somebody else touchin’ those soft, silky curls that I can hardly wait to run my fingers through. No, sir, it don’t make it any easier at all. I reckon I just don’t want to see you with nobody else, nobody else but me.
Aye, jealous’d be the word for it, all right.
Well, it took a while, but now I’m finally caught up with you and glad of it. There’s still a right many folks about ‘cause the night ain’t over yet, but I can tell by that look on your face that you’ve got somethin’ you want to say, and now your leanin’ in close against me so’s I can hear you over the noise. So close, I can feel your heart thumpin’ fast against mine, and your lips are warm and soft against my ear, the soft tickle of your breath makin’ my skin prickle all over, and now you’ve gone and caught me unawares and just taken my breath away again for I don’t know how many times tonight with that sweet, low whisper-
“Sam, I think I’ve one more dance left in me. Let’s go home.”
Those words are music to my ears, they are, and the sweetest words I’ve heard tonight. I am ready to take you home. I’ve been ready to take you home since we got here, ‘cept now I’m wonderin’ how it is I’ll be makin’ it all the way back to Bag End, what with my legs all o’sudden feelin’ like there ain’t hardly a bone left in ‘em.
But, aye, like I were sayin’. I’ll be keepin’ my eyes on you tonight, Frodo Baggins -and no mistake.
~The End~
And if you haven’t guessed it by now … why… Good Gawd! Of course there’s a follow-up! And very, very soon, too. Why, I could never be so cruel as to leave these two in their present state. For Shire's sake, how un… hobbity would that be?!! ; )
It's here. It's finally here. : D
Special SPECIAL thanks to you lyrastar77 for finding the time to beta for me, despite the tremendous stress you've been under. Sweeter than sweet you are - and a true friend to cherish. Mmmmwahhhh!
Watchin’ and Wonderin’
Author: Frodo_naatulien
Pairing: F/S
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Frodo attend a harvest celebration and, though they’re not able to show their affection publicly, Sam is unwilling to take his eyes from Frodo all night.
Watchin' and Wonderin'
You don’t know it, Frodo Baggins, but I’ll be keepin’ my eyes on you tonight -and no mistake.
Right along with everybody else, too, it seems - lads and lasses alike. Seems as if a lass has won out this dance round. And even though you’re tryin’ to hide it -and I can tell you are- I see that beautiful smile of yours spreadin’ across your flushed face, always sweet it is, and almost bashful-like now, too, as that lass is askin’ you for the dance and not the other way around.
In fact, you ain’t had to ask for a dance yet, though, truth be told, that don’t surprise me none. But I can tell you’re gettin’ wore out and tired now. And you’re tryin’ to hide that, too. And I see the way you wrap your arm gentle-like around that lass’s thin waist, and the way you hold her close to your body and twirl with her out into the crowd of other whirlin’, twirlin’ dancers on this cool night under the party tree, dancin’ as if it were your first dance of the night. I wonder if she knows at all how lucky she is to have this rare but fleeting moment with you. I wonder if they all know how lucky they are.
I know how lucky I am. I ain’t never felt luckier, Frodo. Though sometimes I wonder why it is that lovin’ you hurts so much. I wonder why seein’ you with that lass right now sends shootin’, stabbin’ pains straight through my heart, like it were bein’ ripped in two. I wonder why seein’ other lads look at you the way they do makes my stomach twist all up in knots, and takes my breath away like someone’s done hauled off and punched me in the chest. Makes me even want to ball up my fists sometimes.
Ah, but I know I’m just bein’ foolish. I know I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about, ‘cause when the evenin’s done, I know it’ll be my arms wrappin’ gentle around your thin waist, and my body pressed up close against yours. Only, there won’t be no homespun or fancy cloth comin’ between us, gettin’ in our way, will there? It’ll just be my hot, naked flesh slidin’ against your hot, naked flesh. And we’ll be dancin’ all right, but we have our own kind of dance, don’t we, Frodo? Though mayhap that won’t be the case tonight, you bein’ all tired and wore out and all. But it’s enough for me to just think on, leastways.
I see you’ve finally sat down to take a rest, and I’m thankful for that ‘cause, from where I’m standin’, you look like you’re about to drop from exhaustion. So I’ll be takin’ that as my cue. But I see a lad eyein’ you now, so I’m movin’ through the crowd quick as my steps’ll carry me. I know I can’t get to you fast enough to rescue you, but I reckon the night’s finally caught up with you now ‘cause I already see the lad walkin’ away with his head hangin’ down, all gloomy-like. I reckon he wanted his fair turn with you, too, just like everybody else, and I can’t blame him for that.
I ain’t quite got to you yet, but I see you lookin’ my way. And whether by chance, or whether you sensed me comin’, I’d not be knowin’, but now those big, beautiful, dreamy blue eyes of yours are fixed on mine and it’s takin’ every bit of strength I have in me, and it ain’t no joke, to keep myself from runnin’ through this here crowd, rude-like, and snatchin’ you up and havin’ my way with you right here on the party field, in front of every hobbit in Hobbiton. Now wouldn’t that make for a sight? Why, Miss Lobelia’d be on that like a hound on a fox, I reckon. And right busy as a bee on honey she’d be, too, I expect, with that bit o’juicy-sweet gossip, though I hope you’ll pardon me for thinkin’ so.
But that aside, I’ve been wonderin’ all night why seein’ you with this lad or lass made me feel like this, or seein’ you with that lad or lass made me feel like that, and tryin’ to make sense of it all. And then you look at me with those big, beautiful, sparklin’ eyes -shinin’ so under this big ol’ harvest moon out tonight- and that one look alone has pierced clean through me, has stabbed me straight through my heart and twisted my stomach all up in knots, even taken my breath away. And all at the same time, it has. All from that one, beautiful, I-want-you-now look. And suddenly it’s all startin’ to make sense.
I reckon I’m feelin’ a bit jealous.
Now I know you’ve given your heart to me, and I promised you faithfully I would keep it and cherish it and love you always and forever. And I will, Frodo Baggins, and that’s a fact. And I am so proud to have you by my side, but it ain’t like people’d be knowin’ about us or nothin’, leastways not yet. Aye, there’s those as know I’ve moved into Bag End with you and all, and I reckon some suspect as much, but that’s all it is. Nobody’d be knowin’ it for sure. And it ain’t all that unusual for a gardener to be livin’ on the premises with his employer or nothin’, seein’ as how he spends most o’his days there anyhow.
But I can sure tell you, even though you’ve promised yourself to me, it still don’t make it any easier seein’ somebody else lookin’ in those big, beautiful, dreamy blue eyes o’yours that make me feel like I’m fallin’ into the sky every time I look in ‘em. It don’t make it any easier seein’ somebody else touchin’ that soft, smooth skin o’yours that feels soft as a flowers’ petal under my fingertips, or somebody else touchin’ those soft, silky curls that I can hardly wait to run my fingers through. No, sir, it don’t make it any easier at all. I reckon I just don’t want to see you with nobody else, nobody else but me.
Aye, jealous’d be the word for it, all right.
Well, it took a while, but now I’m finally caught up with you and glad of it. There’s still a right many folks about ‘cause the night ain’t over yet, but I can tell by that look on your face that you’ve got somethin’ you want to say, and now your leanin’ in close against me so’s I can hear you over the noise. So close, I can feel your heart thumpin’ fast against mine, and your lips are warm and soft against my ear, the soft tickle of your breath makin’ my skin prickle all over, and now you’ve gone and caught me unawares and just taken my breath away again for I don’t know how many times tonight with that sweet, low whisper-
“Sam, I think I’ve one more dance left in me. Let’s go home.”
Those words are music to my ears, they are, and the sweetest words I’ve heard tonight. I am ready to take you home. I’ve been ready to take you home since we got here, ‘cept now I’m wonderin’ how it is I’ll be makin’ it all the way back to Bag End, what with my legs all o’sudden feelin’ like there ain’t hardly a bone left in ‘em.
But, aye, like I were sayin’. I’ll be keepin’ my eyes on you tonight, Frodo Baggins -and no mistake.
~The End~
And if you haven’t guessed it by now … why… Good Gawd! Of course there’s a follow-up! And very, very soon, too. Why, I could never be so cruel as to leave these two in their present state. For Shire's sake, how un… hobbity would that be?!! ; )