How Dark the Night (Complete Now)
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,981
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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Tangled
Title: How Dark the Night III: Tangled
Author: Elf Maiden
Rating: R
Summary: Sam is upset with Frodo
Tangled
Frodo knew even before he turned that his follower couldn’t have been Legolas. The Elf was
light on his feet and almost movelentlently. Broken branches and the crunch of leaves
betrayed the person as someone other than an Elf.
Frodo was a little dismayed, but not surprised to see Sam. Sam had been worried for him
ever since they’d left the Shire and it was a wonder that he hadn’t followed Frodo
before now.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” asked Frodo.
“I might ask you the same question, sir,” said Sam, who made no move to leave, instead
walked even further towards Frodo, who backed away. His retreat was cut off by the trunk
of a tree. He could go nowhere else. There was something in Sam’s gaze that held him there,
like a rabbit held fast in the eyes of a snake. But who was the snake and who was the rabbit
here?
“You’re waiting for him, aren’t you Mr. Frodo?” asked Sam softly.
Frodo swallowed and could not answer. He tried to look away, but Sam’s golden gaze was
such that it was difficult. How could he deny his eyes the sight of Sam’s honey coloured
hair, the softness of his lips? It would be like denying a man dying of thirst a sip of water.
“I don’t know what you mean, Sam,” Frodo tried to protest. Sam snorted in disgust.
“That’s a big a lie as ever I’ve heard Mr. Frodo, begging your pardon. I saw you. Both of you.”
“You saw us?” Frodo ground out between gritted teeth. “And when you saw us, why didn’t you
leave and give us some privacy?”
“I did. I only saw you both for a moment. What, did you think I would have stayed and
watched? Something so private?”
“I don’t know, Sam. You seem to be full of surprises tonight. Anything else you’d like to
tell me?”
“I saw his face, Mr. Frodo. I saw how he looked when he touched you. How he looked at you.
Legolas was touching you as if it were a chore, not as if it was something joyful. I don’t
understand. Why would he even try to seduce you if he didn’t enjoy it?”
“So that’s what you think you saw, Sam. A seduction,” said Frodo.
“Wasn’t it?” demanded Sam, arms held on his hips, his bra braced on the ground in front of
him, as though he thought to stay there until he received a satisfactory answer from Frodo,
even if it meant waiting all night.
It was all so tangled and Frodo did not know how to unravel the threads that kept him bound.
How could he speak of this to Sam, of all people? The one person he could not talk to
about this.
For Legolas had been right, Frodo had been thinking of someone else as the Elf touched him.
Had been thinking of a honeyed haired gardener with rough hands and a body that he had long
desired pressed up against his own. But he could not speak of this to Sam. Sam, who was so
young and to Frodo’s eyes such an innocent that he could not bear to be the one who took
that innocence away.
Sam was looking at him now, with such hurt and such anger in his eyes that Frodo had to look
away. He felt so ashamed that Sam had seen him with Legolas, had seen him with anyone, when
he knew that his heart belonged to Sam. He felt as though he’d betrayed Sam, even though
they were not lovers.
“ was wasn’t a seduction, Sam,” sighed Frodo. “It was comfort.”
“Oh, Mr. Frodo,” said Sam walking towards Frodo anntlyntly laid a hand on his cheek. Frodo
hardly dared breathe, hardly dared move at that soft touch. Sam. Touching him. He stared
into Sam’s eyes. Sam stared back, not moving his hand, just letting it linger there on
Frodo’s skin. Frodo could feel the heat from Sam’s body, so close to his, yet not touching,
but just a few more steps and they would be.
“Oh, Mr. Frodo,” Sam whispered. “If you were after comfort, why didn’t you turn to me?”
TBC
Author: Elf Maiden
Rating: R
Summary: Sam is upset with Frodo
Tangled
Frodo knew even before he turned that his follower couldn’t have been Legolas. The Elf was
light on his feet and almost movelentlently. Broken branches and the crunch of leaves
betrayed the person as someone other than an Elf.
Frodo was a little dismayed, but not surprised to see Sam. Sam had been worried for him
ever since they’d left the Shire and it was a wonder that he hadn’t followed Frodo
before now.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” asked Frodo.
“I might ask you the same question, sir,” said Sam, who made no move to leave, instead
walked even further towards Frodo, who backed away. His retreat was cut off by the trunk
of a tree. He could go nowhere else. There was something in Sam’s gaze that held him there,
like a rabbit held fast in the eyes of a snake. But who was the snake and who was the rabbit
here?
“You’re waiting for him, aren’t you Mr. Frodo?” asked Sam softly.
Frodo swallowed and could not answer. He tried to look away, but Sam’s golden gaze was
such that it was difficult. How could he deny his eyes the sight of Sam’s honey coloured
hair, the softness of his lips? It would be like denying a man dying of thirst a sip of water.
“I don’t know what you mean, Sam,” Frodo tried to protest. Sam snorted in disgust.
“That’s a big a lie as ever I’ve heard Mr. Frodo, begging your pardon. I saw you. Both of you.”
“You saw us?” Frodo ground out between gritted teeth. “And when you saw us, why didn’t you
leave and give us some privacy?”
“I did. I only saw you both for a moment. What, did you think I would have stayed and
watched? Something so private?”
“I don’t know, Sam. You seem to be full of surprises tonight. Anything else you’d like to
tell me?”
“I saw his face, Mr. Frodo. I saw how he looked when he touched you. How he looked at you.
Legolas was touching you as if it were a chore, not as if it was something joyful. I don’t
understand. Why would he even try to seduce you if he didn’t enjoy it?”
“So that’s what you think you saw, Sam. A seduction,” said Frodo.
“Wasn’t it?” demanded Sam, arms held on his hips, his bra braced on the ground in front of
him, as though he thought to stay there until he received a satisfactory answer from Frodo,
even if it meant waiting all night.
It was all so tangled and Frodo did not know how to unravel the threads that kept him bound.
How could he speak of this to Sam, of all people? The one person he could not talk to
about this.
For Legolas had been right, Frodo had been thinking of someone else as the Elf touched him.
Had been thinking of a honeyed haired gardener with rough hands and a body that he had long
desired pressed up against his own. But he could not speak of this to Sam. Sam, who was so
young and to Frodo’s eyes such an innocent that he could not bear to be the one who took
that innocence away.
Sam was looking at him now, with such hurt and such anger in his eyes that Frodo had to look
away. He felt so ashamed that Sam had seen him with Legolas, had seen him with anyone, when
he knew that his heart belonged to Sam. He felt as though he’d betrayed Sam, even though
they were not lovers.
“ was wasn’t a seduction, Sam,” sighed Frodo. “It was comfort.”
“Oh, Mr. Frodo,” said Sam walking towards Frodo anntlyntly laid a hand on his cheek. Frodo
hardly dared breathe, hardly dared move at that soft touch. Sam. Touching him. He stared
into Sam’s eyes. Sam stared back, not moving his hand, just letting it linger there on
Frodo’s skin. Frodo could feel the heat from Sam’s body, so close to his, yet not touching,
but just a few more steps and they would be.
“Oh, Mr. Frodo,” Sam whispered. “If you were after comfort, why didn’t you turn to me?”
TBC