Amanda B

Sam left the tunnel-side and shrank towards Frodo, and their hands clasped, and so together they still went on.

Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo’s head, drowned deep in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam’s brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his masters breast. Peace was in both their faces.

When I was watching Caprice cut into you, I wanted…

Frodos face was was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiseling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: “I love him. He’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.

Pleasure is found in unexpected places

Happy birthday The Fellowship of the Ring!

How do I even know I won't hurt you? Your flesh feels so good in my mouth, between my fingers, sometimes I just want to keep pulling and tearing and chewing.