Frodo And Sam Before The Dawn

Based on the Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkein, and the film trilogy by the same name. Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee are lifelong friends. Their experiences in war have made their bond deeper and love stronger than the closest friends. Please enjoy this loving erotic fiction which includes anal & oral sex.

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The sun was setting upon the Shire warmly and beautifully just as they remembered. The fragrant flowers of the garden had grown seven fold since Sam had planted them. Their blossoms released a fragrant mist upon the glen. Frodo and Sam, covered in the dust of their journey, treaded up the stony path to their cottage in the hill. The glistening drops of spring showers left the doorway smiling upon them as if with tears of joy.

"I can't believe the journey is over,'' Sam said, "I thought I'd never see this dear hollow again. My dear flowers!" he caressed the lavender petals and Frodo thought he saw a bead of dew on his cheek. "Ah mint how I've missed you, and my sweet daffodils!"

"The garden is blushing to see you return, master of herbs and flowers!" Frodo teased, a twinkle lighting his tired eyes. He grinned at Sam and sighed heavily.

Sam smiled and after picking a few sprigs from the herb bed made his way to the door. "Well, I've never been so beat, I'm sure I'll sleep for seven long years." he wiped a tear from his cheek, and yawned. With a bow, he opened the door for Frodo who stepped gingerly across the threshold.

As they started removing their dusty cloaks and kicking off their shoes, their sighs of relief filled the room with an almost palpable warmth.

"Suppose I'll draw you up a bath then Mr. Frodo."

"Why Sam, thank you, but after all that we've been through together, I feel as if we are equal as brothers." He removed his scarf and shook it. The tiny bits of sand shimmered as they fell to the floor.

Sam smiled and headed toward the kitchen to begin boiling the water. What was Frodo on about? He had always drawn his baths and he would keep doing it.

"Let me help you," said Frodo, skipping after Sam. And catching up the bucket that was in his hand. "Alrighty then," Sam chuckled. He began pumping water Into the bucket in Frodo's hands. Water gently splashing here and there upon the hardwood floor and Frodo's white shirt.

They both hummed a tune they had been singing all day on their journey home. An old tune from many years past. The melody cheering their work as they poured boiling water into the wide oakwood tub.

🎶 "Oh the jolly old days when we plowed the fields, When the corn was high and the barrel was deep, Oh, the grand old times we had my friend. In the golden fields of Delving"

"When did you first learn that song, sam?" Frodo asked merrily humming along

"Ah... twas a tune my father often sang in the fields when I'd help him bring in the sheaves. You know mister Frodo I taught you that song when we were not more than about ten years old. "

"Oh is that right? Those years felt so far away while we were in the mountain, but now they feel close like an old friend returning home."

Frodo put his hand on Sam's shoulder and they smiled at each other. Their nerves couldn't quite sit still after the war. their memories of the shire slowly reentering their minds one by one, greeted with joy and love.

The room was now filled with a golden mist glistening in candlelight and scented with the sprigs of fresh lavender Sam had grabbed on the way inside.

"Your towel is just here for you," Sam said and made as if to leave, but before he could take a step, Frodo reached out and took Sam's arm.

"Won't you join me Sam?"

Sam paused, but a bath sure sounded lovely.

"Oh alright Mr. Frodo, if you insist. Now you must let me care for you. You've been through so much and I know you'll be needing a good long rest tonight. Sam began unbuttoning Frodo's vest."

"You were there with me Sam, all the way. Ahhh," Frodo breathed deeply, "I can't remember the last time I knew the smell of lavender." Sam blushed and smiled, happy that Frodo remembered the name of his favorite flower. "It's the scent o' home."

They took turns helping one another, a lace here, a button there. Their eyes played upon each other through the ribbons of steam rising from the water. And soon the pair stepped into the tub with a splash and went to scrubbing away at the sweat and dirt of the journey.

Frodo took up a cloth, and pressed it to sams shoulder.

"Sss oooh thats tender," he winced

"Ah, I see that wound hasn't quite healed." Frodo observed as he gently cleansed the scar

Sam sighed, tilting his head down and rubbing his neck.

"You know Sam, I've been meaning to apologize..."

"Oh aint nothing about it Mr. Frodo, I know you weren't in your right mind. "

"Yes and Sam, it was foolish of me. I should have trusted you as you did me; unshakably."

"Now Sir, you've worried long enough, it's in the past." Sam took Frodo's hand in his, as he had many times and held it to his cheek. "You came back to me Mr. Frodo, I knew you would."

Frodo blushed. "Sam... you care for me like no one ever has. Likely more than anyone ever will."

Sam looked up, as Frodo continued,

"And I've never been so... close. I care for you. I.. I want to care for you, as you have for me, for so long, Sam."

Sam looked down in embarrassment. But Frodo reached out and took his face in his palms

"...M...Mr. Frodo"

"I love you sam, and I always will"

Frodo pulled Sam close, pressing his face against his shoulder and they embraced. Frodo's skin was so warm and soft, softer than Sam expected. He felt himself gliding his face across Frodo's shoulder.

Frodo kissed Sam's hair and with the cloth in his hand, rubbed it against Sam's back. They sighed and felt they needed to say nothing more, their hands caressing each other and their hearts full of tenderness.

Sam looked up at Frodo and they paused, looking at each feature of each other's face, their eyes heavy and glistening with water droplets. Their lips soft and rosey. Their hair clinging to their necks.

Frodo rested his forehead against sams and Sam closed his eyes tight. So swept up in emotion as he was, he pressed his face closer and closer against Frodos till their lips met. They breathed into each other and melted into each other's embrace.

Frodo's hand brushed against Sam's thigh, and Sam started a little. Opening his eyes, Frodo noticed sam blush and hang his head, Frodo looked down and blushed as well.

"It's alright Sam," Frodo said smiling, and sam saw that his penis was hard too. He smiled and they laughed and hugged each other. Their hearts thumping against each other. Sam grabbed the back of Frodo's neck and kissed him harder now.

Frodo pushed back against him and leaned over Sam, placing both his hands on Sam's thighs. They looked at eachother, surprised, mesmerized, hot and aroused.

Sam touched Frodo's chest, caressing the hair, inviting a sigh from Frodo's lips. Sam's rough and weathered hand slid down Frodo's soft stomach to his groin, gently caressing his penis. Looking up to Frodo for a sign of what to do. Frodo only laid back and closed his eyes, his cock pulsing in response to Sam's touch.

Leaning over Frodo, Sam lovingly stroked Frodo's cock as it throbbed under the warm water. Sam had never dreamed of touching another man's erection before. Even more amazed at Frodo's ardent sighs of pleasure. Sam's hand slipped down further caressing Frodo's balls and thighs, covered in thick hair.

The water lapped against the sides of the tub as their movement increased. Splashes fell glittering around the tub, and the water began to feel cool against their heated skin. Their hearts raced and Sam became more curious. Hands groping deeper beneath the water. He grabbed Frodo's hips and pulled him tight against him. Their cocks were pressed against each other and Frodo kissed Sam's neck.

Sam knew him so well. Frodo felt his hands carefully and sensually against every part of him. Nothing was hidden between them any longer. He felt Sam's hard cock press against his thigh. He reached out to caress it, pulling him closer and feeling it throb in his hand. Sam let out a deep moan, and Frodo paused. They looked at each other for a moment. A little afraid, incredibly invigorated.

Sam's hands grasped Frodo behind his neck and on his hips, pressing him closer, his cock rubbing lower and lower as if searching. Frodo felt it press into him, the throbbing head slowly entering Frodo with gentle pressure.

Sam held Frodo in his arms. His love felt as if it was overflowing into every organ. He moaned and held his lover closer and closer, his body begging for release. The tension he felt almost hurt, but Frodo felt so good in his arms. His sighs of pleasure like nothing Sam had even heard were infatuating and intoxicating. They breathed as one, nothing hidden. This bliss only theirs.

Sam felt Frodo's ass against his cock, relaxing slowly gently against him. "Ah Frodo.." he coaxed softly. "I love you sam.." Frodo sighed and Sam pressed him closer, licking and kissing his neck and cheeks. Sam grabbed a handful of Frodo's curly locks, and pulled his hips down a little more. His cock slipping into Frodo as the water around them sent waves crashing over the side of the tub. Sam thrust into Frodo, feeling his ass tighten and release, throbbing in response. Their ecstatic lilting from their lips as if in harmony.

Frodo held Sam tightly, his arms wound around him scratching his back. The waves of emotion and pleasure cascading through his body as Sam thrust into him. He never knew Sam could make him feel this way. He felt Sam's hand against his ass and in his hair. With every breath Sam's cock slid deeper into him. His love felt as if it would overflow his body. This might be his only chance to show all the love he had for his dear friend. "Oh Sam..m" he sighed.

Sam moaned, his breath intensifying and deepening. His ecstasy erupted within his dear lover held tightly in his embrace. They kissed and held each other as tightly as they could, breathing heavily. Their embrace softly relaxed and Sam sighed. Frodo brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him sweetly.

They rested and looked fondly at each other. A little embarrassed but deeply content.

"I didn't know anythin' could feel like that." Sam said, "Sir. I never knew you..."

Frodo smiled understandingly. "It feels so good to be with you sam. I've never felt anything like it, like you."

Sam blushed again, "I don't know what got into me..." Frodos laid his hand over Sams mouth and said, "It's all right sam." he pushed sam over playfully and kissed his face many times. Sam laughed and they rolled around. "Not much water left in 'ere." Sam said getting up. "We really made a mess. I best the clean it up"

Frodo got up and grabbed the towel. He came up behind Sam and they toweled off together, cleaning the kitchen up as they went.

"Come to bed with me, Sam." Frodo said, holding Sam by the arm, "in your room Sir?" "Haha, in the stables... yes my room of course"

As Sam followed Frodo, he thought of how he had longed to be in Frodo's arms. His love could last for ten lifetimes. They smiled and crawled into bed, the covers billowing around them. In the darkness they felt each other's warm breath on their faces. They cuddled, holding each other tenderly.

"Your still hard." sam whispered, caressing Frodo's shoulder.

Frodo nuzzled into Sam's neck. "Sam I... I feel so good." Sam's hand ventured into the covers. He stroked Frodo's cock softly and kissed Frodo's chest. Each kiss ardently laid descending down his stomach. "Oh S..Sam" Frodo sighed softly.

Sam nuzzled into Frodo's downy thighs and held his hips. He began kissing Frodo's penis and teasing him. Frodo's sighs fell softly on his ears and he began sucking and caressing him. Sam's infatuation filled his heart as he sucked more length into his mouth and throat. His eyelids were heavy and his jaw relaxed in the pleasure and joy he found in this heartfelt service.

Frodo sighed and moaned softly into his pillow. This felt even better than the bath. Sam's mouth was so hot and gilded smoothly across his cock. He felt himself pulsing deeper inside Sam's throat, he wanted so much to release. Frodo's breathing intensified and his sighs became more ardent. "Oh Sam" he sobbed in overwhelming pleasure. He moaned in ecstasy, his body shaking and shivering in orgasm. Sam drank from him eagerly, caressing his thighs lovingly, licking and nuzzling into him.

They hugged each other tightly and devotedly kissed each other's face and lips. Sighing, frodo exclaimed "Sam, how do you do that?"

"Oh I don't know Sir, I just enjoy it. I want to make you happy."

"My dear Sam!" Frodo exclaimed "I've never known anyone like you."

They kissed each other again and layed in the darkness, fighting their eyelids to stay open. Begging the night to last forever, as if the day would prove their love a dream.

"Sam. there's something i have to tell you" Frodo said reluctantly

Sam's breath paused for a moment. Frodo's voice hovering in the darkness in front of him.

"Sam, I'm so happy we had this time together, you and I. I'll never know anyone like you. It feels like we've known each other for many lifetimes. But Sam... I can't stay in the Shire."

"Mr. Frodo..."

"Gandolf told me before we traveled here, that on the day after our arrival, he'll be setting off to the white shoals. He invited me along" Frodo continued.

Sam rested his head on Frodo's chest, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. He pushed his emotions down. "I love you my dear Sam, I didn't know when to tell you and I couldn't make up my mind till I had returned home."

"You're goin' away?" Sam's wavering voice rang out in the quiet darkness of their bedroom.

"Dear Sam, I can't quite understand it myself, but I feel a disquiet, like an ember of dark fire deep in my heart. I'm not sure I can feel at home in the Shire anymore. Even my body feels alien to me."

"I'll come with you Mr. Frodo. Just like always," Sam begged.

"Ah Sam, my sweet friend. I just need you to look after things here whilst I'm away. I must consult the elvin masters on the solution for my inner turmoil. I cannot continue without their aid." Frodo kissed Sam's warm wet cheeks and caressed his face.

"I understand Mr. Frodo. I'll do my best to care for Bagend while you're away."

"Thank you dear friend. I'll be leaving in the morning, but the dawn won't change my love for you. We'll always be together in our hearts."

They fell asleep in eachothers arms. The weight of their memories and their love, pulling them deep into slumber. Aching muscles finally resting. Through their window the crescent moon turned away from them alone together in their midnight cocoon.

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🎶 "Lay down your sweet and weary head. Night is falling, you have come to journey's end. Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before. They are calling from across a distant shore. Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see, all your fears will pass away, safe in my arms, just sleeping."