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It's nearing midnight, and you sit alone in your room, deep yellow drink in hand. The drink's unlike anything you've ever tasted, seeing as it's something your uncle Bilbo brought back from one of his excursions.
You also have a closed book in your lap. You haven't opened it because you've been letting your mind wander. Wander to things you can't control, such as Sam getting married. You would cry, but the drinks already started to have an effect on you.
Just then, you here a knock at your bedroom door. 'Great,' You think, 'Just what I need, visitors.'
You, despite your irritation, politely answer, "Come in!"
The door creaks open and out pops a little, shy Sam. At once, all your irritation melts away upon looking at his sweet smile.
"Hullo, Mister Frodo!" He enthusiastically says.
"Hello, Sam," You respond, "Come in, sit down!"
And so he does. He sits down in the chair right next to you and gives you one of his warmest smiles. Just looking at that innocent face, tears start it prickle your eyes.
"Now," he starts, "Whatever's the matter?"
"Oh Sam, you would understand."
"Try me."
"It- well, it's w-wrong..." You stutter.
"Try me." He repeats.
"I- I-" At that moment you break down in tears and he stands up and gathers you in his arms. "I cannot tell you Sam, I'm sorry."
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It's been nearly a week since that night, and you've been avoiding Sam. Until one day, he stops you on your way out of the study with his arms crossed, yet a caring smile plastered across his face.
"I- Uh- Hullo, Sam!" You say obviously nervous.
"Frodo," he sighs, "Why didn't you just tell me?"
Upon hearing that your eyes widen and your jay drops. You figure it best to play innocent, "Tell you what, Sam?"
He holds out your private journal, open on a page that was particularly... revealing. You notice what page the journal is open on and you gasp, loudly. You try desperately to avoid his gaze, yet, you feel a hand touching your chin. He lifts your head up to force you to meet his eyes. You start uncontrollably sobbing.
"I- I'm so sorry S-Sam!" You start but are shushed with a finger on your lips.
Suddenly you feel his finger moving and something being replaced, his own lips. Wait, Sam is kissing you. He pulls you closer with his hands on your waist. You have your hands placed in between you, on his chest. He slowly moves one of his hands down to your hip and around to your rear, which causes you to gasp in his mouth. He pulls away, hands still on you.
"I love you," He states.