Newly Wed

Title: Newly Wed: VII. The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants…
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
E-mail: anadarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters: Sam and Rose (and a cameo appearance by Frodo Baggins) ;-)
Slash: Yes, character discussion in this chapter
Genre: Romance/ANGST/Humor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The stage is set for the three of them
Disclaimer: This all belongs to Tolkien (especially the DIRECT QUOTES from page 396 of The Two Towers—not mine, not mine, not mine) and my meager musings would not and could not exist if not for him.

Rose began to still. Sam felt her thundering heartbeat begin to slow against the side of his face. His own breathing had, at Rose’s zenith, been as forced and labored as hers. So now he lay gingerly atop his wife, pacing their respiration as an indescribable warmth and contentment spread through his veins.

“Sam, I think I’m losin’ me voice.” She felt his body shake as he chuckled. She returned his laugh with a giggle of her own. “Now ‘tis yer turn again,” she smiled as she tried to urge his weight to move up her body.

“No lass, I needn’t take a turn EVERY time. We can just take turns every so often.”

“I know husband, but that will come later, when we’re no longer newly married. And besides, I won’t be the wife who wouldna’ or couldna’ please her husband on their very own weddin’ night.”

Sam needed no further convincing. As tired as he was becoming, he refused to let sleepiness stop him from making love to his new wife at least one more time. Rose pulled up on his arms again, trying to make him sit with one leg on each side of her hips. He became confused and could not quite figure out what she wanted him to do. Awkward movements caused their legs to ungracefully become entangled and she almost drove her knee into his groin, to which he drew in a quick and startled breath. Despite all their passion, they were still bereft with the clumsiness of new lovers, still investigating the wishes of the other with inexperience and enthusiasm. He had assumed she would want him between her legs, but apparently, she had other designs for him.

“Sorry Sam, did I hurt ye?”

“No,” she could tell he was becoming frustrated. After more fumbling, “Just where is it yer wantin’ me to be, Rosie?”

“Here, sit astride me husband, like I did to you earlier. I want to ask somethin’ of ye. If it’s not too…well…embarrassin’ for you, or me…um…Sam…oh, out with it Rose.” Now this amused him, she was actually talking to herself right in front of him. “I’d like to get a look at, well, at…at, you know, yer…,” she smiled as she looked away from him. She covered her face with her hands before drawing in her lips. She moved one of her hands away from her eyes and pointed down toward his, um, well, you know…

She stole a glance at his cheerful face from between her fingers and laughed nervously.

“It’s just that I’ve never seen one pokin’ straight up like that, and…I didna’ have the grit to look straight at it before, and…” Sam took advantage of the situation and flustered her further by rubbing his stiffness against her with a snicker. He enjoyed her obvious embarrassment as he watched her ears turn pink.

“And, and,” Rose continued, “Oh lords, this is embarrassin’. You just quit yer laughin’ at me, Sam. It’s not funny.”

“Oh, but it ‘tis…”

“As I was sayin’…what was I sayin’?” Rose tried to remember, but Sam had snuggled his body over hers and now held himself above her with his knees and one arm while he reached for the hand she held over her eyes. He gently took her hand in his and guided it down the length of his body. Rose’s eyes were wide as she realized his destination for her fingers.

“Please touch me there, Rose-wife?” Sam’s request was somber and his eyes were now serious. Rose followed his urgings as he straightened his body upright over hers. He was now kneeling astride her ribcage as her shaking hands grasped his organ. His eyes were intent and lust-filled as he stared down at her. She still could not bring herself to lower her vision to his now throbbing member, even though it displayed itself in front of her near her breasts. She was thankful of her reclining position, for she knew she would have surely fainted from nervousness had she not been lying on her back. Sam smiled shyly at her and nodded before he broke her stare to look down his own body at his erection, still held in her light touch.

Rose gradually lowered her eyes, breathing in as she scanned Sam’s body. Her eyes came to rest upon the surprise she held in her hands.

“Oh my goodness!” She blurted out a nervous laugh. “It’s standin’ straight up an’ starin’ right at me!” At this point Rose could not control the goosey fit of giggling that overtook her. “And the tip’s almost purple!” She looked up at him with a look of mock innocence, “Me favorite color.” She leaned up out of curiosity to get a closer look as Sam found himself blush with embarrassment at her bluntness. He looked up at the ceiling again; this time to avoid her prying eyes.

‘We really do have to get rid of that cobweb…’ He tried to distract himself.

Rose quickly lost her reserve and initiated a full-scale examination of her husband’s member. Sam, stuck somewhere between mortification and amusement, decided to enjoy her touches as he forced himself to keep his arms by his sides.

“Now, I’ve accidentally walked in on me brothers a few times, but never when their willies were pokin’ up like this…” She found she could not suppress her giggles.

Sam lowered his gaze and widened his eyes in a look of supreme exasperation.

“So yer gonna’ call it me willie now, are ya’?” He returned his bride’s laughter.

“No, I think I’lll hll him ‘Little Sammy,’ although he’s not at all that little. I can’t get me hand all the way ‘round his girth and he’s longer than both me fists stacked atop one another. No wonder it hurt so much at first…shame on you for not warnin’ me Samwise,” she chided him sarcastically.

“Oh lord, I’m sorry, Rose. I didna’ realize…”

“Samwise Gamgee, I’m jokin’ with you! I’m actually very happy that yer such a well-blessed hobbit. Not that it would matter, because you know what yer doin’, if you catch my meanin’. Only thing is I’m not so sure I can get the whole thing in me mouth when the time comes for me to love you with me mouth…how did Frodo ever manage?”

“WHAT?!?”

Rose’s eyes were as big as doorknobs when she comprehended what she had just said. She covered her eyes with both her hands the second it dawned on her.

“Oh my god, Sam, I’m so sorry. I shouldna’ of said that. It’s none of me business.” She began to scold herself out loud. “Rose, you idiot girl, I can’t believe I’ve gone off talkin’ without so much as even thinkin’. Words pop out of me head unbidden. I’m such a stupid git! Oh Sam, please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”

There was a still and awkward silence between them…

Rose felt Sam’s hands reach down gently and pull her own from her eyes. He was now just inches above her face with an enigmatic expression in his eyes.

“He managed pretty good, actually,” Sam now smiled at her. “But I’m sure you’ll do better. You’ve already outdone ‘im in many ways tonight, me love.” Sam bent down and kissed her softly. He sensed her need for reassurance.

“I’m still sorry Sam. It’s just that I find meself wonderin’ if I’m lovin’ you as good as he did, if you get me meanin’. I keep comparin’ meself to ‘im and I know that I shouldn’t. I just can’t help it. It’s just that he’s, well, he’s a he and he knows what other he’s enjoy…him bein’ a he himself and all. And Sam, I’m just a silly and simple girl…how will I ever be able to love you half as good as he did, and still does, for all I know…oh no Sam! Oh please justl mel me to shut me big feckin’ mouth before I say somethin’ to make you kick me out of yer life fer good!”

Rose tried with all her might to cover her face in her hands again, but Sam refused to let her.

“Rosa, Rosa! Listen to me Rose-wife!” She reluctantly looked up at him.

“Rose-wife, you love me every bit as much and as good as he did and still does. Yes, love, I know in me heart Mr. Frodo still cares for me, as much as he ever did. He just thinks he cannot love anymore because of the Ring. And don’t go comparin’ yerself to him. The two of you are different, and I want you to know how thankful I am that you are. Yer me wife Rose, and I love you more than I love me own life, yer me little one. I need you to know how much I love what we’ve made here together, in this home and in this bed. I’m gonna’ spend the rest of me days right here lovin’ you Rosa, and I would do just that, even if Frodo were not longer a part of me life. And ladon’don’t ye dare go thinkin’ yer not good at lovin’ me. We’ve only been married since this eve and you’ve nearly killed me more than a couple a times already. And as for Mr. Frodo and meself still lovin’ each other, I won’t be lying to you Rose-wife, we will always have feelings fer each other…but yer me wife, love. That other part of me life is over now and he knows that.”

Sam was still kneeling over Rose with his face barely above hers. She could feel his breath upor anr and she saw a shadow of concern in his countenance. Rose Gamgee knew that now was not the time to be a foolish game-playing girl. She knew of the gravity of their conversation. She also knew that the outcome of their words to each other would either bring them closer together or perhaps drive a wedge between them that might never be moved.

“Samwise, me love, you mean everythin’ to me. I’m blessed that you are my Beloved, me husband, me lover. I was so happy when you finally spoke for me, but I canna’ rid meself of the thought that I badgered you in to proposin’ to me.u wou would of been happy here, with Mr. Frodo…without me. I’ve known of yer love for each other for a very long time, since nearly the beginnin’. Yes, I knew, even back then. Shush now and listen to me Sam. I watched as the two of you got closer, before the darkness came upon you both. If things had been different, you would of been happy spendin’ yer lives together, without me. Sam, I don’t know if you heard any of what I said to Mr. Frodo tonight, but I meant every word when I told ‘im that I wouldna’ come between the two of you, even as yer wife, Sam, ever.” Rose made sure to look directly at her husband before finishing her words. “And I mean everythin’ I said. I vow never to come between the two of you.”

Sam was silent as her words sank in. He looked away from her, to the edge of the pillow upon which her head rested.

“Never come between us…,” he echoed her last declaration.

“Never, Sam,” Rose repeated.

“That’s a shame, Rose-wife,” He looked back at her and defeat came upon him. “That’s too bad.”

“What are you getting’ at?” Rose furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Rosa, I love you. I want you to know that it was me that chose you. I was convinced long ago, when we were little, whether you believe me or no. I made me decision about you long before I left the Shire. I just couldna’ speak the words to you because…it’s not that I couldna’ trust you to stay silent…it just wouldna’ of been fair, making you stay silent about bein’ betrothed to me just so as to keep the secret of our journey. No one could know we were maybe comin’ back to Hobbiton eventually. I couldna’ speak fer you because I couldna’ put you in that type of danger. What if some of them Black Riders had found out you were me promised…oh god, Rose, they’d of found you and, they would of…,” a look of apprehension passed between them. “That’s why I told you I would come back to see you last spring. I was gonna’ ask fer you then, but our plans changed.

“And all the while I was gone, me thoughts kept driftin’ back to you. My thoughts of you kept me goin’. I had to get back to the Shire, back to me Rose. I’ve loved you all me life, Rosa, and I’m here with you now and I’ll be with you ‘till the end of our days. I’m gonna’ spend the rest of mfe cfe convincin’ you of just that if I have to.” He caressed her cheek, his broad hand, a hand large enough to envelop her entire face with its tenderness. “But Rose-wife, it would be terrible for all three of us if you never put yerself between me and…Rose, just don’t ever back down from either of us, promise me that.”

Sam suddenly became quiet. He felt he had talked more on this one night than he had in his whole life. All this talk was unlike him, but there was something about Rose Cotton, Rose Cotton Gamgee, that brought about changes in his nature.

When Rose was near, he found himself dancing. All it took was one look from her and a shove from Frodo and Sam danced. He danced through the night on many occasions when Rose Cotton was about, in spite of himself.

And he talked too much when she was around. As a matter of fact, he felt that he could never quite keep his mouth shut when she was close by his side. In her presence he became a chattering squirrel. That is how much he felt at ease with her. Yes, he was definitely different with this girl.

“Rose, there’s somethin’ I want to ask you about…somethin’ I need to ask of you, somethin’ about…somethin’ about…”

“Is it somethin’ ‘bout Mr. Frodo?” Rose angled her head slightly and stole a look at him from the corner of her eye. What exactly was he going to ask her? Would he ask her for her blessing and permission for him to be Frodo’s lover again? Could she approve and give them leave to love each other as they had in their past? Or would she refuse them this passion and keep her husband to herself?

‘What are you goin’ to say, Rose Gamgee? What are you goin’ to say?’ She asked only herself and no one else.

“This is hard to ask ye, Rosa, but what you and I have is so precious and good…”

“Sam, yes,” she abruptly stopped him. “Love your Mr. Frodo, as much as you need to, and as often as you can. Sam, he needs to be loved, and you need to love ‘im still. Please, love him, Samwise, please love him? You have a healing touch, I have felt it meself this night. And he needs yer touch to help ‘im recover. I love ‘im too husband, yes…and you didna’ even rea tha that now, did you? I canna’ punish him further by keepin’ you from him. I love you both too much, I always have, even years ago, husband. All I ask is that you save a tiny space in yer heart that belongs only to me and with that I’ll be happy.”

She remembered the still and quiet sensibility that had overcome her fears at her and her husband's first coupling; how easy it would be to let him love more than one person at once. Where, she wondered, had she discovered this urgent need to share her Beloved? It was intensely unhobbit-like of her, but then, the hobbits inhabiting Bag End had always been unlike ordinary hobbits. This contemporary philosophy seemed well-fit for the young Mr. and Mrs. Samwise Gamgee…

The grin of a very naughty girl twitched upon Rose’s lips.

“Yes, husband, you have me blessin’ to be with yer Mr. Frodo…with one condition…..” At these words Sam’s gaze bore into her with a look of ravenous need and disbelief. She continued.

“You must convince ‘im to let me be a witness as you make love to each other…” She set her jaw and her eyes held the concentrated expression of a hungry animal readying itself to pounce on its prey. But then her green eyes warmed and softened as she smiled and blushed. “You have no choice if ye wish fer me blessin’ on the matter. I won’t back down from either of you. I may not be able to be a part of yours and Mr. Frodo’s love for each other, but I wish to see, just once, the tenderness that carried you both through so much. Please Samwise, grant me this one wish?”

‘Did I hear her right?d shd she just tell me to love ‘im?’

Tears began to collect in Sam’s eyes. Where had this beautiful spirit come from and why had she chosen him?

“I cannot allow it, Rose-wife…”

“Then love him anyway, Sam. Just the knowin’ will be enough for me.”

“Listen to me Rose-wife!” Was this anger seeping from Sam’s being as he began to weep? Or was it something else from deep within his existence? “Listen…to…me. I cannot and I will not love him like that.” His words were deliberate and clipped. “Not now, not EVER again.” Sam bent down and held her face in his hands, his fingers lacing into her hair. “You are too much a part of me now.” A single tear dripped from his cheek and down to hers as it was joined in the stream that now flowed from her eyes. This was the most difficult decision of his life, more difficult than when he left his master’s lifeless body outside of the tower.

‘You fool, he isn’t dead, and your heart knew it…’

‘Don’t trust your head, Samwise, it is not the best part of you…’

Rose’s face became a grimace of pain and guilt as an audible sob wretched from her throat.

“No, no, no!” she hiccuped. “Samwise, please, NO!” She could not and would not let him abandon his master a second time. It would kill them both, and her as well. “Then I’ve already failed you as your wife.”

“Be still, Rose-wife, and hear me through. I can never love Frodo in the same way now that I have you as me own, my Beloved. You’re love has changed me, Rosa.” He positioned his face above hers and lowered his lips with a bruising force upon her mouth and they kissed as if it were their last.

“Please, Rosa, will you love ‘im with me? I need the two parts of me heart to come together as one. Will you share with him what we have here between us?”

Time stopped…

Frodo Baggins turned his head suddenly to look out of the window of his cozy room at The Green Dragon Inn. He must have been hearing things as he read in the overstuffed chair before the fire. Beyond the open window the midnight sky revealed a hue to him that he had never before seen in all of his years in the Shire.

Had someone just whispered his name?

“Frodo…”

Who called out to him now?

“Hallo? Is someone there?”


The heavens yearned and leaned toward the earth, desperate to hear and bear witness to her response….

“Yes, Samwise, my beloved husband, yes…”

Then the hearth and home, the earth and stars breathed in; the spirit and soul had finally been comforted…