A good friend of mine wrote this. Its a fanfiction, but I thought it was really beautiful.
Naught but Moonlight
~ Somewhere, there is a bell tolling. There is a familiar hobbit in Samwises bedroom. Sam does not know how the hobbit got there, nor does he care. Frodo is there, and that is what matters.
Hardly daring to breathe, Sam reaches out. Frodos touch is soft and cool, an autumn breeze over water. His lips are weightless against Sams. With a sigh Sam embraces a specter body. Frodo smiles and murmurs, Soon, my love.
Its quiet.
Sam is suddenly awake. There is Rosie beside him, asleep. The bell has ceased to toll and Sam holds naught but moonlight in his arms. ~
Naught but Moonlight
~ Somewhere, there is a bell tolling. There is a familiar hobbit in Samwises bedroom. Sam does not know how the hobbit got there, nor does he care. Frodo is there, and that is what matters.
Hardly daring to breathe, Sam reaches out. Frodos touch is soft and cool, an autumn breeze over water. His lips are weightless against Sams. With a sigh Sam embraces a specter body. Frodo smiles and murmurs, Soon, my love.
Its quiet.
Sam is suddenly awake. There is Rosie beside him, asleep. The bell has ceased to toll and Sam holds naught but moonlight in his arms. ~
