Title: A Bittersweet Ending
Pairing: Frodo/Sam (and technically Sam/Rosie)
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Summary: Frodo's final words to Sam as he departs for
the Grey Havens.
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Disclaimer: Not mine no matter how hard I wish.
A Bittersweet Ending
I had a life once. It wasn't much of one, but still a
live and still mine.
That life revolved around you every minute of
everyday. There never seemed to be an end to the love
I felt for you. There still isn't. Even now I have yet
to stop loving you. Not for lack of trying though.
Loving you, Sam, was wrong. I don't regret it, never
will, but I wish I could go back and rethink a few
things about the situation. Especially now.
I loved you from the start, there's no use denying it.
I'd never met anyone so in love with life. It always
showed in your eyes. Those expressive eyes that
changed like the seasons depending on your emotions.
I've seen them practically glow emerald green with
happiness and laughter, brown with sorrow, and almost
black with rage.
Yet whenever those eyes settled on me, they were a
storm of green and brown. They sparkled brightly with
trust and love, but not the sort of love I craved.
Never did I see that kind of love directed at me. You
only have eyes for Rosie.
When we were on the quest to destroy the Ring, I was
selfish in the thought that at least I would get more
attention from you than Rosie would for a time. Don't
misunderstand me though. I hated that you had to
accompany me on that wretched journey despite the fact
that the Quest itself would not have been fulfilled if
not for you.
Eventually we came home to the Shire and I was the
only one that remained bruised and broken. Things were
never the same - *I* was never the same - yet my love
for you never strayed.
I cried the day you announced excitedly that you and
Rosie were betrothed though you never knew. I dreaded
the coming spring more than you can imagine, but
Father save me if I didn't smile and dance at your
wedding. I even allowed you both to live in Bag End
and start a family, but not even the Lady Arwen's
jewel could save me from the misery I felt inside. I
knew shortly after Elanor was born what I had to do.
I set about making the final arrangements, leaving
everything to you. The night before the actual day I
was to carry out my plan was the night I said goodbye
to you, the Shire, and everything I held dear.
I awoke well before dawn, having hardly slept at all,
and walked quietly into your bedroom to look at you.
You looked so beautiful, Sam, that I wanted to cry.
And I did. The tears symbolized all the pain and
sorrow I felt yet there was also the love I felt for
I knew my plan would only cause you pain and I hated
myself for it, but that only gave me even more reason
to continue on. You have your own life now. One that
is much more splendid than mine could ever be.
I want you to live, Sam. Live for Rosie and Baby
Elanor. You'll be blessed with more children, I can
feel it, and I know you'll love them unconditionally.
Just as they deserve.
I can hear you moving around in the smial now so I'll
just end it here and we can be on our way.
My task is complete now, Sam. Please forgive me, but
know that I will always love you.
Tears coursed slowly down Sam's cheeks as he finished
reading the letter.
He'd risen that morning with the intent of
accompanying Frodo to Rivendell so they could see
Bilbo for his birthday.
The trip started out smoothly enough, but when they
came across Gandalf along with Bilbo, Lord Elrond,
Lord Celeborn, and Lady Galadriel, he knew suddenly
just what his master planned.
Sam knew he couldn't change his master's mind and a
deep sadness had settled over him. One not unlike the
sadness he felt watching Frodo struggle with the
burden of the One Ring during the Quest.
Saying farewell to Frodo was the hardest thing he'd
ever done. He'd held his beloved master close, wishing
he didn't have to let go. Frodo seemed just as
reluctant to end their embrace and when they pulled
away from each other, there were tears in their eyes.
Sam had been surprised when Frodo thrust an envelope
in his hand, kissed his cheek softly, and dashed onto
the boat with Gandalf and the others.
Even as the boat vanished into the sea, Sam's eyes
never left the spot where Frodo had been. What seemed
like hours passed when he finally remembered the
He opened it carefully and pulled out a piece of
parchment with Frodo's flowing script stretching all
across the page.
After reading it, the tears came even harder. All this
time and he'd never known. "Oh, Frodo me dear, why
didn't you tell me? Why in Elbereth's name didn't you
But he already knew why Frodo hadn't said anything. It
was the very same reason why he himself hadn't said
anything. Frodo thought his love for Sam was
unrequited just as Sam had believed his love for Frodo
His voice was choked with sobs as he whispered
hoarsely, "I love you too, Frodo, I always have. I'm
so sorry." Then he leaned over and gently kissed the
letter, another sob escaping him. "You went where I
can't follow, Frodo. I can't follow you. Wait for me,
my love. We'll be together again, I promise...but not
He'd made a promise and Samwise Gamgee always kept his
promises. Especially when they involved Frodo Baggins.
(A/N: I know they didn't have envelopes in Middle
Earth, but humor me. lol)