Title: Imagine

Author:  Daffodil Bolger
Frodo/Sam double drabble for Withywindle because she did THIS for me

Rating:  PG

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IMAGINE

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He stares sullen into the fire; gilded-ebony shadow, curling heat scrimming his skin. 'Only a gardener', he tells himself too often, and it isn't like he can very well forget it, really -- only that perhaps he pushes it away when he must…

Sees his own broad hand smoothing over skin white and fine, warming to glowing rose beneath his rough touch; pushes away the vision of dirt staining blunt fingertips, crusted beneath short nails.

Feels his own round body pressed to lithe sinew, curling and winding about him; pushes away the earthen scent of wind and loam that cling to his skin and hair, regardless of a thorough wash.

Hears soft cries and Elvish poetry spoken slow to his skin; pushes away the sound of his own coarse speech, his words stuttered and untutored.

A hand on his shoulder, long fingers caressing the rough weave of his shirt. He winces a little.

"Coming to bed, Sam-love?"

Sam stands, turns. Eyes full of love look back at him and they see only him, wind-chapped cheeks, sun-bleached hair, rough-tipped fingers, and this is him and that love is for everything he is.

And Sam pushes away everything. Everything but this.

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END

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