The very Happiest of Birthdays to...
♥frodosweetstuff♥
With much love and many huggles for the best of days
- and a year of fun and fic and friends to follow!
Your story will be here as soon as I can manage it; in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little (unrelated) I.O.U. as much as Frodo did
I.O.U
‘You owe me, Sam Gamgee!’
Sam blinks innocently. ‘Don’t know what you mean, sir.’
‘Don’t know what I mean!’ Frodo’s tone drips with disbelief.
Sam frowns in mock-thought, then shakes his head, smiling sunnily.
‘When a hobbit puts his hand there - hoping a crowd is so dense no-one will notice he’s groping his employer - it counts as a promise. If I were a lass we’d be standing before the mayor right now with my dad’s pitchfork at the seat of your breeches!’
‘Oh, you mean this?’ Sam’s fingers slip neatly into place once more.
‘Yes,’ Frodo says thickly. ‘Please, Sam…’
With much love and many huggles for the best of days
- and a year of fun and fic and friends to follow!
Your story will be here as soon as I can manage it; in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little (unrelated) I.O.U. as much as Frodo did
I.O.U
‘You owe me, Sam Gamgee!’
Sam blinks innocently. ‘Don’t know what you mean, sir.’
‘Don’t know what I mean!’ Frodo’s tone drips with disbelief.
Sam frowns in mock-thought, then shakes his head, smiling sunnily.
‘When a hobbit puts his hand there - hoping a crowd is so dense no-one will notice he’s groping his employer - it counts as a promise. If I were a lass we’d be standing before the mayor right now with my dad’s pitchfork at the seat of your breeches!’
‘Oh, you mean this?’ Sam’s fingers slip neatly into place once more.
‘Yes,’ Frodo says thickly. ‘Please, Sam…’