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As I watched the other faces seated around me at the Prancing Pony, I felt
so alone, so different from everyone else. Not one of them knew the truth.
They didn't know how I had been kidnapped at birth, how my high school boyfriend
turned out to be my brother, and how I had been saddled with this horrible responsibility,
this ring that nobody wanted to speak of, and this awful grandfather who wanted
me dead. I had spent two years locked in that hobbit-hole, and I never wanted
to return.
"Frodo, what's wrong? You seem upset."
"It's nothing, Merry", I said. "I think I just need to lay down."
I took off and ran up the stairs, barely making it before I burst into tears,
my vision blurring as I threw myself on the bed, crying uncontrollably as all
my pain became too much for me to bear.
I felt someone sit down next to me on the bed; my loud sobs must have covered
the sound of him entering. I tried to control my tears as he started softly
stroking my hair.
"Shhh, my sweet Frodo." said Sam. "Don't cry, my darling....someone as...fresh...and
lovely as you should have no worries."
I regained control of myself as his soothing touch calmed my fears. Maybe this
wouldn't be so bad...Maybe this would be the beginning of a wonderful new life
for me. Maybe....
I gasped suddenly as I felt Sam's hands slowly traveling south. My body stiffened
as I tried to shrug him off.
"Sam, what are you doing? Please, stop that!", I said fearfully.
He pushed me gently but firmly onto my back. I was fairly strong, but his bulk
was too much for me, and despite my resistance he climbed on top of me. He buried
his face in my neck and I could smell the mead on his breath.
"Shhhh, Frodo. This is the way it's supposed to be, I know it. Just let me show
you.", he muttered drunkenly.
"SAM, NO! You're my BROTHER! It's not right!"
"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes...", he mumbled as his hand travelled
between my legs to find the proof of my arousal.
"No, please! It's sick!" I shouted.
"Then let us be sick!"
***
The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in the bed. As I got dressed for
the quest ahead, I wondered how I would ever face the others. Could I ever care
for Sam again? The ring seemed to burn against my chest, reminding me of the
burning I had felt last night....