Rightfully yours [samfro fanfic]

Chapter 7

After everything was done and dinner was eaten they settled down on the couch in the living room, which was dimly lit with just a few candels.

,,Soo would you like to do something Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked looking at the flicking flame of the candle.

,,Weell I thought maybe I can read you some of my new poems. I'm starting to write again after finishing Bilbo's old book but I settled for poems for now." Frodo said standing up and walking to the bookshelf looking for his notebooks.

He knew Sam since childhood loved hearing Bilbo's stories and as they grew older Frodo's as well. But since coming back after destroying the Ring, his stories weren't quite the same. And even though Sam couldn't really figure out what was different he still loved them like he did before.

Before, Frodo always wrote about the beauty of the Shire and nature that was surrounding it, even though he still found it comforting and pretty, after the event he wrote more about other things. Love, frienships, quests, the meanings of life, elves and faraway lands. He felt different and it reflected the most in the way he was writing. Because he always put his soul and his deepest thoughts into his poems and stories. He felt like that was the only way he could ventilate them and or it was the only way they deserved to be told.

,,What did you write about this time?" Sam asked curiously.

,, Let's see" Frodo replayed flipping the pages of a leather notebook. ,,Ooo I want to tell you this one. It's about stars, and how the sky looks different every new day you look at it even though it's same, you are the one that isn't."

,,Well... that's just what I think of it. I don't think people should tell others what each poem means because that's just not what poems are for. Poems have the meaning we give them, and each meaning is somewhat special but beautiful. Like us, hobbit beings. And that's why people like them. Because they can find their own explanation in them and they as well as a totally different person can find themself in them and they can even change the way a person sees world in just a few words. They hit you straight in the heart but each in it's own great way. And that's the beauty of poems and stories...as I see it."

,,That's so...astonishing. You put it together so- so gracefully. Could you read it out loud?"

,,Sure but can I-" the brunette hesitated for a second, he really didn't want to put them in a akward situation but he would be so pleased if Sam agreed,  ,,can I cuddle you?"

Sam was so surprised with the question he froze for a few seconds but after a minute of just staring at eachother in complete silence he quickly agreed but when Frodo happily made his way to him, making himself comfortable in Sam's lap, Sam quickly had to cover his face up cause his cheeks were heating up FAST.  The brunette just gigled and went on to read his poem to Sam, which in the process when he got himself together wrapped his strong arms around Frodo's skinny body, burying his head in Frodo's shoulder.

When he ended he just closed the notebook and melted into Sam's touch, who was now silent but you could tell from his eyes he was thinking about the words.

,, It's so- I can't even express how I feel about it...in all the words I know there's not one strong enough to judge the beauty of that poem, Mr. Frodo."

At that, Frodo gave Sam a warm smile and before he could think through what was he doing, he leaned in and gave Sam a peck on the cheek.

When he realized what had he done and after seeing Sam blush like crazy he quickly stood up to put the notebook away, smirking to himself (mmm if he blushed this hard at just a kiss on a cheek i wonder how he's in...)

His thoughts were interrupted by Sam, who finally came back to his senses and wanted to break the akwardness which hung in the air.

,, It's getting late but at least it stopped raining." he said walking to the window and opening it and resting his hands on the frame.