Fic: I Know Him So Well (for [ profile] baranduin)

Aug. 1st, 2007 03:58 pm
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Title: I Know Him So Well
Author: [ profile] trianne
Characters/Pairings: Frodo/Sam
Summary: Sam knows his master so very well…
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 544
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of the Estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No offense is intended, nor profit made.
Title, Author and URL of original story: untitled drabble (the first one), by [ profile] baranduin.

I Know Him So Well

I love him. There, in my head I can say it: I love you, Frodo Baggins, Master of Bag End. I love you, body and soul.

But in a respectful kind of way, of course.

I added that just on the off-chance he can hear me. That Ring, it's a queer kind of thing and mayhap it can bestow strange powers on him what bears it. Him in this case being Frodo, Master of Bag End. Who I love, but in a very respectful kind of way.

Oh bother! He can't hear my thoughts, Ring or no Ring. And if he could, he'd just have to hear 'em and live with the knowing that his gardener has feelings above and beyond the appreciation of a fine begonia. I can't spend the rest of the journey trying to stop myself thinking thoughts what are honest and true, albeit a bit off-colour; 'twouldn't be natural, normal or right.

Samwise, you clod. Look at him. He's lying there, curled up like a bairn, curled up into his very own self to keep hisself from coming apart at the seams. What thoughts is he having? Is he thinking about love and kisses and suchlike? No! He's thinking on the best way to get the job done; he's fighting off the evil what's in that Ring, that's what he's thinking and doing. And like as not he's thinking of you and your best interests, not wanting to let you down. You should be ashamed of yourself, pandering to your imaginings when he's in such a pickle.

But I love him.

Yes, you do. It don't help repeating it, though, do it? Even in the privacy of your own head. So you want to lie with him and lay his head in your lap and stroke the hair from out of his eyes. So you want to taste him and be with him and lose yourself in him and have him lose himself in you.

Well, he needs you strong and clear-headed. He needs you to be his friend. Look at him; asleep but breathing all shallow as if something might come along and snatch the very air from his lungs.

But I love him.

Yes, you do, for who could not? And now you're just like that stinker, Gollum! Talking to yourself, back and forth. Wanting but resisting. Desiring but not taking. He needs you, Samwise; needs you and is relying on you. You're his rock, his shelter, his helpmeet.

He's waking. Look sharp, Samwise – those cracked lips need wetting, and not with kisses, either. Where's the water skin? Ah, here 'tis.

Now see? That look in his eyes as he takes the skin? He needs his Sam, needs him more'n ever.

That Ring can't come between you. And when this is all over and that blasted thing is done away with, then who knows? Maybe you can tell him then. Tell him that you love him. And maybe he'll say he feels the same. Maybe he'll say that he always felt that way, on every step of the way to Mount Doom. That his heart was aflame for you but he couldn't tell you.

Fanciful, aren't you, Samwise? It's a good thing he can't hear you!

Oh Frodo.
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