Long Road Home (Frodo x Sam)

- 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 -

(authors note: Idk if anyone will read this but I got bored one day, and I watched every lord of the ring movie and I was like, they should've really expanded on Sam and Frodo's relationship in the ending. Oh, also I deleted Rosie because I hate her and I think they just added her in to try to get everyone to think Sam and Frodo are not gay. This takes place on the hobbit's journey back to the shire after the ring was destroyed.)

Blue hills stretched along a quiet flat road, and the trees and the flowers on this road celebrated the defeat of evil with a little glow from the brightly glowing sun. A sun that hadn't had the ability to shine on these lands for months since the smoke of the vicious Sauron. A little wagon rode on these trails the man who drove this wagon had long white hair and a long white beard. He was smoking a pipe and holding on lightly to the reins that held two horses that walked up this road. He seemed drowsy enough to fall off this wagon but he made sure it was him that took the four hobbits in the closed wagon home. He was worried for the hobbit, Frodo. Who had whispers of black speech down his ear for months. This wizard, Gandalf knew that evil doesn't fade so easily after it is destroyed. He worried for the health of this young hobbit, and he wanted to reassure him the adventure was truly over.

Merry and Pippin were fast asleep on the shoulders of each other, the separation of these two cousins did a number on them and the horrors they faced were terrible for hobbits who never even had the worry of what they were going to eat for dinner. The other two hobbits, Sam and Frodo weren't asleep. Neither knew the other was awake because of the loud thoughts that gathered in their head. But each was thinking of one another. Frodo gazed at these blue hills that followed him. He noted the greenery and how light and pleasant they were, he hadn't been able to see any plant life for weeks in the lands of Mordor. Frodo wished on the day he was tasked with the burden of the ring bearer, that after the adventure was finished and he returned home it be exactly how he left it. Every flower and friend would be just the same. Now Frodo knew that the Shire changing wasn't an issue at all, it was only himself that changed. And this change wasn't a good one the year he spent with the ring did more than a number on him. The ring doesn't create new fears, it just sets its talons in pre-existing ones. Frodo's whisper of doubt would become a roar and this doubt grew like a rose with no petals. He already felt he didn't deserve his Uncle, his friends, or his Sam. But now there are walls that were built over these months that needed more than a bulldozer to break through. He was stuck on a never-ending spiral of thinking. 

Frodo closed his eyes and tried to silence his thoughts. Sam looked over at his friend who still shook from the venom inside him. Sam took his cloak and placed it on Frodo gently. Frodo stopped shaking soon after and fell asleep. Sam gazed upon Frodo and frowned. Sam truly loved Frodo, with a deep kind of inseparable love. But he could tell of Frodo's sadness from that ring. And Sam knew that with that weight in his chest he wouldn't let anyone into his heart. So should he wait Sam declared, if he helps him enough maybe one day he'll smile as he used to, be happy without feeling sorry, and let himself enjoy the little moments that life gives him. That, Sam, thought, is all I want. 

(Thx for reading, might add more.)