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[As horribly tempted as he is to take Sam up on his offer, no questions asked since Frodo's starting to shiver something awful, Frodo also gives Sam his own look.]

I know the cloak you're using is a hand-me down and thinner than either of us would like in some places. You will catch your death of cold.

Edited 2012-07-11 18:59 (UTC)

[Sam sets his jaw slightly at the mention of his own worn cloak, half hurt pride and half stubbornness. He's right, of course; the cloak's showing its wear, but it had served his gaffer and his brothers and it would serve him too.

And more than that, it's clear that Frodo needs the cloak more than he. Sam ignores the chill seeping into his own bones - Frodo's beginning to shiver violently, and Sam pushes the cloak back towards him firmly.]

Don't you worry about me, Mr. Frodo, I'm fine. That's your own cloak, and I'll not see you giving it up when you're the one as needs it most.

[Frodo sees a little too late that he may have offended Sam; he had been concerned with appealing to Sam's practical side that he didn't stop and think that it might embarrass him. Frodo ducks his head; sorry, Sam]

And I don't mind giving it up. As you say, Sam, it is my cloak and I choose to do with it as I will, which is give it to you.

[He's caught for an instant, mouth opening but no words coming out just yet - Frodo has a point, after all, it's his cloak and it's not Sam's place to tell him what to do with it.

But a moment later his mouth clicks shut again, and he shakes his head gravely, giving Frodo a wounded look.]

Don't you be talking like that, sir. I'm meant to keep you safe, and I can't do that if you give up your cloak and like as not freeze to death before we even really get started.

[He clambers to his feet and goes to poke at the fire, as much to put distance between himself and the cloak as much as anything else - though a little bit of movement to stave off the cold doesn't go awry, either.]

Now you just put on that cloak and get as warm as you can, and trust your Sam for everything else.

And I could hardly sit here knowing I'm comfortable [something of a stretch, they're both pretty soaked already] and you are freezing nearby.

[Sam, why do you have to be as stubborn as he is! And don't think he can't tell what you're doing, poking at a dying fire they both know is going out whether they want it or not. Frodo eyes Sam's back. He does trust Sam; he trusts Sam with everything but taking care of himself]

[Frodo laughs suddenly, his teeth starting to chatter]

Look at us. We're no better than Bilbo's trolls! Only instead of arguing over dwarves and how best to cook them, we're arguing over a cloak and who deserves it more! We needn't wait for sunlight to solve the problem, I think we'll both freeze nicely until then.

[he's thought of a compromise]

We could do the sensible thing and try to share it. What do you think?

Edited 2012-07-11 19:52 (UTC)

[Sam keeps his back turned to Frodo, poking uselessly at the fire with his brow furrowed and a slight frown on his face. He knows Frodo will keep pushing it, trying to get Sam to take the cloak, but he's also bound and determined not to give in. He can hold out, and eventually, Frodo will realize that he's not going to get anywhere, and take the cloak for himself, just as is right and proper.

It's not until Frodo laughs that Sam turns, the sound so unexpected that his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The mention of Mr. Bilbo's trolls gets a slight smile from him, but it's quickly replaced by a troubled expression as he ducks his head, poking at the fire again and avoiding Frodo's eyes.]

I...I don't know about that, Mr. Frodo.

[It pleases Frodo to get a smile out of the other hobbit, even a tiny one, but it doesn't last long; Sam's smile slides off his face. Stranger still is Sam's reluctance. Sam goes back to busying himself with the fire and avoiding Frodo's eyes. Frodo himself looks a little crestfallen, but mostly puzzled. He had thought it a decent compromise himself! If neither is willing to keep the blanket, why not both?]

What's wrong with it? I thought it nicely solved our problem.

[maybe he should think more on another compromise, if he can concentrate with the tips of his ears going colder and colder. ~~he's still certainly not keeping the cloak for himself, if he has anything to say about it~~]

Edited 2012-07-11 20:17 (UTC)

[Sam doesn't respond right away, keeping his head down and his eyes fixed on the dimming embers. His own ears are warmer than Frodo's now, at least - there's a faint blush creeping up them, and he shakes his head again, mumbling.]

My old Gaffer would - he'd never have -

[He gives up that stumbling train of thought, and looks up again, meeting Frodo's gaze squarely.]

It ain't right, Mr. Frodo, that's the truth of it. It ain't right, me sharing a cloak with you, sleeping all night under the same blanket, or near enough, and me just old Samwise Gamgee and you a Baggins living up at Bag End.

[It's as good an explanation as he can give for the feeling of unease he gets at the very idea. Frodo had never stood much on ceremony, but Sam's gaffer had drilled things into his thick head well enough. Sam is very clear on what his place in the world is, and it certainly isn't curling up close and sharing a cloak with Mr. Bilbo's cousin all night long.]

[it seems the idea has taken Sam off balance. Frodo blinks at him, surprised to hear this come up when they're both soaked as they are. Oh Sam. He would have thought that Sam just didn't want to, and that was that, not because he was a Baggins and Sam was a Gamgee. He found this sort of thing something of a jolt to come to when he came from Buckland to Hobbiton.]

I don't see why not.

[Frodo sounds a little put out, mostly because he's cold and tired, and frustrated to hear "propriety" popping up or Sam thinking so little of himself. Frodo knows it's not his fault but he was never one for insisting on hobbits stay in their places, like some gentlehobbits might.

Also it's cold]

We're both cold and I think it matters little out here. I doubt there's a soul around for miles that cares about such things to give you trouble for it and even so, I don't care what they would have to say about it anyway. I personally don't mind.

[Sam is still scowling as he listens. Of course Mr. Frodo doesn't understand - Sam hadn't expected him to, but that's all the more reason for Sam himself to keep things like this in mind and make sure that everything stays proper. His Gaffer would have his hide if he found out that Sam had been forgetting his place.

But it is awfully cold. His cloak and everything underneath it are still soaked from the rain earlier that day, and Sam shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way his wet trousers stick to his skin. He makes a last valiant effort to dismiss the whole thing, shaking his head and trying to speak with more reassurance than he really feels.]

It's all right. I"ll be just fine with my old cloak here. You just worry about keeping yourself warm now, and get some sleep.

[A plague on propriety and how infernally stubborn a Gamgee can be when his mind is set on it. And Frodo thought he could be stubborn! Anyone who mistakes Sam's mild manners fora hobbit easily pushed about would find themselves frightfully wrong! But Frodo has known Sam long enough to think he might guess Sam's resolve might be weakening. He hopes it is, because he can't stand the sight of Sam trying to act like he isn't freezing just so his master will go to sleep. Frodo's words might not be working at convincing him but maybe the cold will in the end]

I think it's clear neither of us are going to sleep at this rate.

[and clear someone will have to take action. Frodo gets up, and to his dismay, his joints crack just a little from sitting there so long, but he's on his feet, and coming over to Sam. Frodo's hair looks like a soggy mess, hanging in his face like a sheepdog but he tries to retain some semblance of a proper gentlehobbit]

How can one sleep knowing you are suffering as you are, especially for my sake. It isn't right at all! The thought of sharing a cloak with me can't possibly be that dreadful, can it?

Edited 2012-07-12 00:37 (UTC)

[That's clear enough, all right. The solution seems simple enough to Sam - Frodo's the one who needs looking after, who needs to keep his strength up for the journey, and it's Sam's job to do it. If only Frodo could see that, and accept Sam's words and just go to sleep already...

But he seems bound and determined not to let things go that easily, more so than ever, and all Sam can do is watch sullenly as Frodo gets to his feet, wincing a bit at the creak of Frodo's bones.]

I'm not suffering at all -

[His damp cloak and the way he's starting to shiver himself belie his words, though, and he flushes, suddenly indignant on Frodo's behalf.]

Course it isn't dreadful, Mr. Frodo, don't you ever think that. It's not that in the least bit, and you should't speak poor of yourself that way.

[He fidgets a little bit, giving Frodo another severe look, and a slightly unhappy one.]

It's me sharing your cloak that isn't right at all, Mr. Frodo, and a gentlehobbit like you should know it.

[Frodo's a bit surprised by Sam's vehement answer: he meant more on a gentlehobbit sense, not personal sense, but he's also very touched by it. Frodo's eyes drift down to catch a particularly strong shiver that makes its way through Sam. He would insist he was perfectly fine and could walk home, even if he had sorely twisted his ankle]

Of course not. [Sam, defending him, even from himself! Frodo looks at him, amused] I never was the best example of a proper gentlehobbit, if you believe the gossip.

[Frodo's lip curls into a smile despite the weariness and cold. Even though he'ss arguing with Sam, he's glad Sam came with him all the same. He can only imagine if he'd gone on alone]

It makes sense to share the cloak and I certainly don't mind sharing it with you, right or wrong. I think propriety is the least of our problems at the moment. [he puts a hand on his shoulder] You are one of the best hobbits one could ask for to have on this journey, and my friend, and that matters more than anything else.

Edited 2012-07-12 07:33 (UTC)

I don't hold much truck with gossip. Try not to hear it in the first place, if you follow me.

[The words are stubborn, Sam's arms all but crossed over his chest. He had heard it nonetheless, of course. There were plenty of rumors about Frodo, as there had been about Bilbo before him, but Sam was decent enough to ignore them, and make up his own mind about his employer.

At the moment, though, he can't help but wish that Frodo were a bit more proper and mindful of such things. It always sounds so simple when his Gaffer explains things, the dos and don'ts, but it's all muddled up in his head now. It's Frodo who's offering to share, after all, and there's no one else around, no Sackville-Bagginses or anyone else to spot them and bring the news back to Hobbiton that Halfast Gamgee's youngest son was aspiring above his station. It wouldn't hurt anyone, and it's the best way to keep warm.

Sam fidgets again, more uncertain than ever, swallowing hard at the hand on his shoulder. Friend - what had he done, to deserve such fine words from Frodo?]

Mr. Frodo...

[He's pleading now, soft and gentle, bowled over by his kind words and the inescapable practicality of his suggestion alike.]

Yes, I follow you. Gossip only has as much power as one gives it.

[trying not to hear and not hearing are quite different things, and Sam has heard it too. Frodo's learned to laugh it off by now, although sometimes the S-Bs find new ways to get under his skin. He wishes Sam wouldn't worry quite so much about it though.

Frodo's smile is a soft one, and encouraging]

I mean it, Sam. Every single word. You are my friend foremost, before you are a gardener or someone in my employ, and one of the most steadfast and practical hobbits I have ever known. I am sorry that you have to face such danger, but... I am selfish also and glad you came all the same.

[Now it almost seems like Frodo is trying to put him off his guard, saying all these fine things that Sam can't begin to respond to. He's flummoxed for a moment, at a loss for words for once, and then he shakes his head, slowly.[

'T'ain't selfish at all, Mr. Frodo. There's no hobbit as would want to be out here on his own, not with all this cold and damp and danger.

[He shifts again, trying to ease the irritation of his wet clothes against his skin, and glares around them, at the wet ground and the dark trees and the world in general.]

It's no place for a hobbit at all, this, not by a long ways.

[He's changing the subject, or trying to, not acknowledging anything else Frodo had said, because how could he ever respond to it all?

That's not to say he hadn't heard it, of course, or that he hadn't treasured every word, but he's all but blushing at the compliments, utterly unable to accept them with grace.]

It is a bit selfish to be glad that your misery has company though. But you are right. It's no decent place for a hobbit even if it were hotter, dryer and safer.

[Sam it seems has the wind completely taken out of him, and is completely at a loss for words. Frodo wanted him to know it, especially when he is being so...so Sam at this moment, and maybe hearing it will make the night easier to pass]

But we've stepped out onto the Road, as Bilbo would say, and we've been swept off, wherever it may lead. Now we must see it through. Starting with this night, if it ever stops raining or the sun ever rises here.

[He knows Sam has heard him and appreciates it (especially judging from how he's flushing so), but hasn't any idea where to start when it comes to responding. He doesn't have to; his master already knows. Frodo pats him on the shoulder one last time and sits down at his feet. He's already muddy and soggy, so now it doesn't matter; his fine clothes are thoroughly ruined anyway. He just wants the company at this point]

Edited 2012-07-13 03:10 (UTC)

[Sam listens, at least, though he still looks doubtful. When Frodo sits down on the ground, Sam just looks at him for a moment, surprised, before sighing quietly to himself and moving to join him. He settles down next to Frodo, moving a little awkwardly before he finds a (relatively) comfortable position.

He's feeling a little more at ease now, the dampness of the night notwithstanding, and he relaxes a little, looking up through the leaves.]

I suppose that's true enough. We're here, like it or not, and there's naught to do but move forward, and see where we end up.

[He sighs again, and tilts his head up, trying to see the stars through the leaves.]

We're bound to get to decent places again sooner or later, leastways. The road can't be like this all the way to Bree, can it?

Yes, it does seem easier and more manageable when you make it sound like that. Taking it one step at a time, I mean.

[he's glad Sam has stopped bustling about and taken some rest, and after a moment, shivering, looks up himself through his bangs at the leaves as well. The rain thuds heavily through them, striking branch and leaves hard and pattering against the ground]

All roads find each other eventually if we stick to them, even out here. I suppose it depends on the sort you find out on the road at night and how bold they feel or if they think you have something of value. We both look a sorry mess right now, so I'm afraid we would get passed up.

[he chuckles under his breath]

I seem to remember a time when you used to think Bree was so very far and away, Sam.

[It's still cold and wet, but it's not so bad as all that, perhaps, sheltered as they are under the trees, and with Frodo's warmth just a scant few inches away. The stars are invisible above the clouds, so Sam watches the rain, curling his hands around his own arms for warmth.]

I'd just as soon not take any steps that lead us closer to scoundrels such as that. A mess we may be, but there's still folk who'd rob a fellow traveler blind whether they've anything of value or not.

[He looks bashful for a moment, shrugging a bit at the memory. Not so long ago, he'd been reluctant to venture too far from Hobbiton itself, and now look how far they've come.]

It's as far as it ever was, I daresay, only it's like you said, Mr. Frodo. One step at a time, and so long as we stick to the road, it'll lead us to Bree sooner or later.

Or to somewhere else, like as not, but leastwise it'll be somewhere different from here.

[Judging from the very telling pause from Frodo, he hadn't quite thought it in those terms, having considered the matter done if they looked as they did...not that a rogue might very well attack anyway, because they enjoyed it or because they could. He sounds a little shaken]

Then we should be very glad that we are nowhere near where even a brigand would bother.

[Frodo huddles up, clasping his arms about him to keep his teeth from clicking together. He can feel some of Sam's body heat, which is better than nothing, but the fire has died in the meantime. His fingers are numb, his ears already there. If he's this bad off, poor Sam must be worse. Frodo's hands itch to take his hands in his and try to warm them. Bilbo used to do the same. Why won't Sam do the sensible thing?]

Or perhaps we take a turn where we ought not and end up in a frozen north where no decent folk have ever gone. I think then, one might say that one more step was one step too many.

[he tries to sound lighthearted but it comes off as worried, now that he's over thinking it. Fog has been gaining on them through the night. He hopes they didn't get turned around.]

Edited 2012-07-13 11:22 (UTC)

[Sam glances over at Frodo, suddenly alarmed. He hadn't meant to worry the other hobbit - brigands and robbers are simply something natural to worry about out on the road, and Sam himself had been half-expecting an encounter with one since they'd left Hobbiton proper.

But it's clear that Frodo hadn't considered it at all, and Sam feels suddenly guilty for adding another anxiety - or two - to Frodo's mind. His master has more than enough to concern him already, with the Ring and all, and isn't it Sam's job to worry about everything else, and make sure Frodo never has to?

He swallows, and tries to speak with more confidence than he feels, making an attempt at an encouraging smile.]

Don't you worry about it none, Mr. Frodo. We haven't met any brigands thus far, and as for going too far north, why, all we have to do is make sure to keep the sun straight ahead of us in the morning, and at our backs after noon. The road will lead us to Bree, sure enough, you mark my words.

[Frodo's luck on his walks has generally been pretty good, not a brigand in sight, but sometimes elves or dwarves and travelers; the folk most hobbits would have not approved of as a whole as it were. Frodo has had enough to worry about the servants of the Enemy and the Ring, and the common thief seems to have fallen on the wayside]

So sensible and utterly practical; you always know the most comforting thing to say, don't you?

[if they can see the sun. He's worried about the fog pressing in on them.]

Finding the road to Bree will be easier in the morning, but more pressingly, we have to last the night. I have never felt such a chill back in the Shire.

[Sam only shrugs a bit, uneasy again, but he's nearly smiling at the compliment, glad he's apparently put Frodo's fears to rest.

The frown crosses his face again at Frodo's words, and his eyes dart down to Frodo's hands, shaking with the cold. His own hands had gone numb long ago, but he'd hardly noticed, more concerned with their conversation - and now he mentally kicks himself for it. Samwise, you fool, if you're this cold, he must be even worse -

His expression turns determined, and his voice, when it comes, is one not to be argued with.]

In that case, Mr. Frodo, you'd best bundle up warm in that cloak, just as I said. The chill will be gone by morning, but we can't have you catching cold now, or anything worse.

[Frodo notices Sam looking at his hands and makes an effort to stop them from trembling in front of him, namely by clenching his fists. It works for now.

Sam worries about everything. He doesn't need to worry about this, especially when he has the threadbare cloak and thinks he won't get a cold himself! Besides, the journey wasn't going to be like one of Bilbo's walks through the countryside. Frodo will have to tough it out and get used to it]

[Frodo's voice is shaking a little from the cold but there's a trace of both good humor and good natured frustration with Sam being so concerned with him that makes it past]

Master Gamgee, I'm of half a mind to throw the cloak over you too and be done with it.

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aaaa this thread <333

My heart didn't last a few comments ago <3

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ahh i had a tag half done and the dog ate it :(

lol! Samwise tag mark 2 looks perfect, all things considered ;p

thanks <3 I've never played him before, I'm having such fun

You're basically an amazing Sam. <3 (having way too much fun here)

<333 I've seen you post on memes before, and I'd been meaning to make a Sam journal and tag forever

<3 I'm so glad you did, this the best thread ever

yes <33 your Frodo is fantastic too, I'm so glad there are still LOTR players around

Thank you so much, and same here!

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You have chosen... wisely, Sam. /Indiana jones

hey it only took 30 tags

Sam held out stubbornly for that long against Frodo's pushiness, he deserves a medal

good luck getting him to accept it

Just sneak it into his pack and hope he doesn't notice until later?

He'll find it eventually