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“Frodo, would you lean on me?”

Frodo lifted his eyebrow.

“What do you mean, Sam?”

“Come, lean on me with your back on my chest.” Gently, Sam finally positioned Frodo himself so they ended up re-enacting the moment after Frodo had crumpled on the slope of Mount Doom during their quest.

Frodo sighed as he trusted himself onto Sam, lids drooping already. Sam chuckled.

“Did mean to ask you to close your eyes, Frodo, but it seems I didn’t have to.” He shifted a bit to make Frodo lie more comfortably when his beloved opened his eyes again. “No, no. That is all right. Close your eyes again, Frodo.”

Smiling, Frodo began to relax on Sam’s lap, not knowing how hard Sam had to rein in his desire to plainly bend down and smother Frodo with kisses.

“Now open your mouth, Frodo,” Sam said, his lips curling naughtily.

Frodo frowned a bit but complied, eyes still shut close.

And very slowly Sam brushed a slice of moist, red strawberry on Frodo’s upper lip, and lower lip, before eventually slipped it into his mouth.

Frodo allowed it to touch his tongue before his eyes fluttered open and he sat up, chewing and swallowing it even as he searched for Sam’s eyes.

“S-Sam?”

“I don’t want you to forget it again, Frodo,” said Sam quietly, looking down. “To forget the taste of strawberry.”



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Let's celebrate Froday with a taste of strawberry!

*loves*