perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics, @ 2008-04-23 11:15:00 |
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Dreaming of You
Title:Dreaming of You
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Frodo/Sam
Summary:"Dreaming is nothing compaired to the real thing..."
A pain in my chest. The second time tonight. I try not to cry out, but it comes anyway. I feel like such a fool. Crying. I hold my chest where I was pierced not but a year ago, and close my eyes, trying to block the memories. I'm in the dark, being chased, and I'm going nowhere. I feel like I'm going in circles and I know I've been tricked, deceived, and I need...I need...
"SAM!"
"Frodo! It's alright. I'm here now."
I'm immediately held. Strong arms are around my waist and I see a small figure in the doorway. Rosie. Once again I've called out Sam's name in the night. It had not been a problem on the eve of my first attack with the Witchking. But when I would dream of him, of Sauron, and the Ring I would have more problems sleeping. More and more I would call for Sam. And more and more would he leave Rosie's side and come to mine instead to hold me in the night and rock me to slumber.
Rosie looks on for a moment, closes the door, and leaves. I look into Sam's face.
"Is she mad at me?"
"No. She's just tired." A lie.
I move over in my bed so Sam would have room. I roll over on my side facing the window. Sam's arm went around my waist and comfort ran through my body again, and the worry of Rosie's feelings were no more. I shift closer into Sam's side.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
I sigh. "No. I wish to sleep with you without worry or bad thoughts." I turn to face him and burrow my face into his chest.
"I wish I could stay here in my bed with you. Leave everything behind. My memories, my scars, my...my life."
He kisses my head. "If you didn't have your life, I wouldn't have you."
I push myself away from him.
"Sam...Do not say such things. You belong to Rosie. She is yours and you are hers. I am merely an old Hobbit who is using-"
"You are not usin' me!"
"Be quiet, Sam!"
"I will once you say that you're not usin' me!"
"I rip you away from your wife every blessed night-"
"Only because you need me!"
"I do not need you!"
"Yes, you do! You cry every night. I makes me cry to see you in pain! If only I could take part of it away or make you sleep forever in no fear!"
"I beg of you, Sam, be quiet-"
My nightshirt is grabbed and my lips are pressed against his. At first I fight, but then I stop and pull him closer. I smile while I kiss, and his hand supports my weak back from bed rest. We continue on to what seems like hours, but it is stopped by pain.
"Sam...Wait..." I grimace and bear back the pain that comes again. Sam gently pushes me onto the pillows and looks over me.
"You need to sleep."
"How can I sleep, Sam, if I have you here to look upon?"
He thinks for a moment. "You can dream about me."
"Dreaming is nothing compared to the real thing, Sam." I smile and caress his face with my hand. It is smooth and just looking at him brings back memories of when he held me on a mountain high with ash and smoke around us looking down at me like he does now. With the same worry and concern, but this time I have a different feeling for my Sam. I have thought about it and thought about it. It is love. How it became I do not know, but I know he loves me as well. Sam loves his wife, but there is a place in his heart for me. I wish though, as I go off to sleep, that I could be everything in his heart and not just a part...