May 9th, 2005, 11:50 PM
When they woke, laughing and crying were all mixed and confused and tangled up together. In Sam's own words, it seemed that everything sad was coming untrue. A great many healers examined the two of them, and put salves on wounds and gave them tonics to drink. The infections would pass in time, though it would not be an easy road to recovery, and they would perhaps never heal entirely. Still, the years would cure them well enough, if they could stand a little coddling until then.
Sam would not be able to touch silver, or some things of Elvish make, until he shook off his illness, and would have to use an umbrella against the strong sun of midday. Frodo, too, was instructed to avoid harsh light. Those who needed to know of the situation were told, and did their best to keep the secret from everyone else. Whenever it was queried why Sam ate no food, only drinking a strange ruby-hued liquid from a wooden cup, somebody would be quick to explain it was a special healing draught, mixed with a sour cherry wine.
"It seems a shame," said Frodo as they settled down to sleep, their bones worn out from rest and laughter. "That health will return to both of us over the same time. By the time my sour cherry wine is palatable, you'll have lost the taste for it."
"I doubt a little sip now and then would do much harm," Sam chuckled.
"Might do us good, even."
"Wouldn't be right not to try."
The matter decided, Frodo reached out to pull Sam close; but rather than aim for the neck, as Frodo had expected, Sam pressed a kiss to Frodo's mouth and nipped at the skin just inside his cheek.
"Never known a sour wine that tasted so sweet," Sam muttered, the last word cut off in an 'oof' as Frodo pushed Sam down against the pillows, flicking his tongue against Sam's sharpened incisors teasingly. When Sam shifted down towards Frodo's throat he recieved a low hum of approval, the skin buzzing against his teeth as he bit down.
"Oh," Frodo managed to say, but that was all, his body and heartbeat speaking all the words his tongue had forgotten. It seemed a very long time before Sam was done with his 'little sip'. Then they kissed, and kissed again, and once more for good measure, and lay back.
"Do you think Rosie will have us, when we get back?" Sam pondered.
"Of course," Frodo assured him. "We're heroes, remember? And - if we continue on as we've been doing - by the time we return to the Shire, our lips will be awfully red indeed."
~
|
Double M and other dude!
said by Johnny 5 himself. 
Linear Mode
