The Frodo/Sam we've seen too often - by singeaddams
Tonight's comedy is rather heavy on the snark, but was too funny for me to pass up.
singeaddams, in this entry, writes the Frodo/Sam slash fic that we've all seen too many times.
Here are the beginning paragraphs:
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Sam entered the dark, cork-walled room and approached Frodo on his knees, as was right and proper for a lowly worm like him. He pulled his forelock with cringing servility. He hoped the gesture didn't emphasize, too much, the rough skin and the faint traces of dirt apparent on his disgusting, filthy, wretched, base, worker-type hands. "G'morning, Mr. Frodo, sir, me dear, sir, beggin' your pardon!"
"Sam, you're talking to the coat rack," said a languid voice to Sam's left.
"I am?" He was. Sam threw himself on the floor and great tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Sir! It's just...I can hardly see, it's so dark in here!"
Sam heard a low gasp and Frodo stepped forward. Sam's eyes had adjusted and he could see his beloved Master clearly. Frodo's pale skin gleamed while his pouty mouth trembled and hurt welled up in his cerulean, dove-egg, sky-colored, cave-dwelling, limpid pool-like eyes. "You don't like...something that I like, Sam?"
"NO, BYRON! I MEAN, FRODO! I TAKE IT BACK! I LOVE THE DARK! ESPECIALLY YOUR DARK! OH, PLEASE DON'T SEND MEEE AWAYYYY!!!"
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To read more of this touching saga, click here. :)
singeaddams, in this entry, writes the Frodo/Sam slash fic that we've all seen too many times.
Here are the beginning paragraphs:
* * *
Sam entered the dark, cork-walled room and approached Frodo on his knees, as was right and proper for a lowly worm like him. He pulled his forelock with cringing servility. He hoped the gesture didn't emphasize, too much, the rough skin and the faint traces of dirt apparent on his disgusting, filthy, wretched, base, worker-type hands. "G'morning, Mr. Frodo, sir, me dear, sir, beggin' your pardon!"
"Sam, you're talking to the coat rack," said a languid voice to Sam's left.
"I am?" He was. Sam threw himself on the floor and great tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Sir! It's just...I can hardly see, it's so dark in here!"
Sam heard a low gasp and Frodo stepped forward. Sam's eyes had adjusted and he could see his beloved Master clearly. Frodo's pale skin gleamed while his pouty mouth trembled and hurt welled up in his cerulean, dove-egg, sky-colored, cave-dwelling, limpid pool-like eyes. "You don't like...something that I like, Sam?"
"NO, BYRON! I MEAN, FRODO! I TAKE IT BACK! I LOVE THE DARK! ESPECIALLY YOUR DARK! OH, PLEASE DON'T SEND MEEE AWAYYYY!!!"
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To read more of this touching saga, click here. :)