Shortly before he dies, Bilbo tasks Frodo with returning a ring he stole from a long lost friend several decades ago. Frodo, with his loyal friends Sam, Merry, and Pippin, set out on an epic road trip across Aotearoa/New Zealand to try and locate the original owner of the ring and return it to them. Along the way, Sam is forced to confront his long-held feelings for Frodo.
Everyone is bisexual! Everyone is trans! No one is going to therapy! It's going to be a mess! Strap in; even I don't know where this is going.
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Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Gimli (Son of Glóin), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir (Son of Denethor II)
Additional Tags: Queerplatonic Relationships, Cultural Differences, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Aspec Arda Week 2021
Series: Part 4 of Aspec Arda Week 2021
Gimli explains to the Hobbits and Boromir that marriage is for Dwarves only one of the paths that can be taken.
Aspec Arda Week Day Four: Worldbuilding
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Can we just talk about the fact that Sam and Frodo HELD HANDS in the BOOKS, while running through the tunnels of Shelob??? LIKE UHM, EXCUSE??? 🥲 (it inspired my dumbass to make a small au)
Frodo stumbled against the rock wall, tiny droplets of dirty water froze his palm as it clutched the edges of stone, and he flinched, panting in fear. “Ah! Sam!” He gasped, ripping his hand off of a cob web. “Shh!” Sam hurriedly calmed him as best he could, with also the struggle to be quiet in such a place. “Frodo! It’s alright!” He whispered harshly, taking his cold hands in his own, and rubbing them together for warmth, also blowing hot breath into Frodo’s bloody knuckles. He only whimpered, frantically looking around with wide, fearful eyes of icy blue. “Sam,” he whispered firmly. “I can’t breath in this place...” Yes, Frodo had been hallucinating non stop since they reached the slopes of Mordor, but Sam didn’t know what to do to help it; aside from sing summer songs they learned at school back home, hoping it would calm him down. A sudden screech and a hiss startled them both, and Gollum was no where to be found by then. Both hobbits jumped, and Frodo whimpered in fear, clutching close to Sam, who was also anxious. “What, what was that?” Sam breathed out, looking around. “Sam! Cmon! We must keep moving.” Frodo tugged at his sleeve like a child, wanting desperately to just get out of the cave. Sam obliged, nodding. “Frodo, wait.” The ginger stopped him. This was the worst possible time, but Sam insisted on holding his hand. He gripped Frodo’s hand gently, giving it a light squeeze, before pulling him upward and not letting go. Frodo felt warm, then. Another hiss echoed through the damp caves, and the hobbits gasped, running along webs and dead orc carcasses, trying to find their way out. Frodo made small horrified noises and grunts as Sam trudged in front, pulling him along. “Ah!” Frodo tripped on a web, falling to his knees in pain with a yelp, and began to sob as his knee split open with an oozing scrape. “Frodo!” Sam whispered sharply, kneeling to him, and Frodo nuzzled to him closely, shaking like a leaf. “Oh S-Sam!” He ugly-cried, bottom lip quivering. The shriek of Shelob startled Sam, and he jumped once again at her appearance not a few feet down the cave’s walls, her eyes glimmering in the dark. “Frodo! Come on!” Sam called, starting for the nearest light and nook or cranny out of there; but realized Frodo didn’t follow. “Frodo!” He shouted, running back, and kneeling down. “Come on! We have to—“ Frodo sputtered out, on his knees with his head tucked in and hands gripping his neck, as if he were praying. “No! No! I can’t ...I can’t.” He cried out, nearly raising his voice. Shelob struck with a leg, hissing, and Sam grabbed Sting, swinging it at the spider as a warning, then shining the blue light Frodo had dropped, making her flinch and scurry back. This delayed her. And Sam tended to Frodo again, roughly tugging at his arms and body, trying anything to get him up. “No!” Frodo cried out through a choked shriek. “Frodo look at me,” Sam shouted. “Look at me!” He managed to lift Frodo’s stiff body up to face him. “Stay with me. With your Sam. Stay with me.” He whispered out, cupping the brunette’s face. Frodo hiccuped, then frowned at Sam as if he realized something he had forgotten. “Always.” Frodo whispered back, and Sam took the opportunity to harshly connect their lips for a split second or two, not even having time to think or check his surroundings. Frodo seemed to snap back to reality as they parted, and he took Sam’s hand firmly, trudging after him through the darkness of the caves, still holding hands.
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