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The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

( reposted off of here! )

[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.

[He notices anyway, of course - both the way Frodo's hands clench suddenly, and the quaver in his voice. Sam's own shivering goes unnoticed - he'd survived cold nights before and would survive many more, but Frodo isn't used to such discomfort.

He looks slightly astonished at the scandal of Frodo's suggestion, and then his expression changes to something almost scolding, shaking his head.]

Now don't you be starting up with that nonsense again, Mr. Frodo.

[And never mind that his toenails are starting to turn blue.]

[it really is a bad sign when his feet are looking so, even with all that covering! Sam's look, the nearly sheer Scandal of it, is what dooms the Gamgee. Frodo's eyes twinkle as he looks at Sam. It's a mischievous look that in his younger days would have spelled into one thing: Trouble, with a much deserved capital T.

Before Sam can scold him more, Frodo has done a few things at once, that is, he suddenly scooted closer to Sam and he's thrown the cloak over both of them, all as quick as you like. Then Frodo settles back, quite at ease and as businesslike as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened]

As I was saying, I wasn't starting anything, merely finishing up on something.

[much better already. Frodo draws his legs up to his chest under the blanket. There! Toasty, one might say, or at least compared to seconds ago.]

Edited 2012-07-15 04:53 (UTC)

[He doesn't even have time to react. The cloak is around the both of them just like that, and Sam is left gaping stupidly at Frodo.

His first thought - once he starts thinking again - is to throw the cloak off, to make Frodo take all of it and get himself further away, off to a safe - no, a proper distance.

But the cloak is warm, much more so than Sam's own, especially with Frodo himself warm at Sam's side. Sam lets out a quiet groan of relief before he can stop himself, sliding closer without thinking. There's no question now - like it or not, he can't lift the cloak off and go back to the cold now, not now that he's been reminded what it's like to be warm again.

Frodo is all but smirking alongside him, and Sam guesses he deserves it - he's won, after all, and Sam has lost. He shakes his head, slowly, letting out a long-suffering sigh.]

I don't suppose there's anything I could say to change your mind.

[He's grousing for the sake of it, though - the last thing he wants Frodo to do now is to change his mind, and turn Sam out into the cold again.]

[Frodo is enjoying the look of surprise on Sam's face a little too much. The warmth doesn't hurt either. Frodo's spirits have now lifted considerably despite the rain, and he finds he can't conceal the smirk. Sam, he notices, makes no move to throw the cloak off.

The groan at his side that follows has betrayed Sam: he's been wanting the warmth just as much as his master, despite all his attempts to act like he wasn't cold, if colder. Yes, this stubborn hobbit is well and truly caught. Frodo was right; the cold did away with the propriety that Sam was clinging to and now they can stop arguing about it and try to get warm. Frodo's shivering has lessened and then stopped as he leans against Sam's shoulder]

No, none at all. I'm quite set on keeping things as they are now and I would guess that you wouldn't be too eager to see it changed as well. You could try, of course, to change my mind if you really want to.

[Frodo pulls the cloak up to his nose and peers sidelong over the edge as he puts Sam on the spot, eyes crinkling with a suppressed chuckle.]

[No, it's clear that Frodo's not about to change his mind, and it's not much use pretending that Sam really wants him to, either. It's warmer and somehow much more comforting and homelike under the cloak, and even if it weren't, the twinkle of laughter in Frodo's eyes might almost make this worth it all on its own.

Sam can't help but smile back, just a bit, still shaking his head. He doesn't say it, but the message comes through all the same: vexation and affection in equal measure.]

If it's all the same to you, Mr. Frodo, I don't think I will try. Not tonight.

[Frodo leaning against his shoulder is unexpected, and leaves Sam frozen for a moment again, uncertain what to do, before he makes himself relax, leaning back himself until his back finds a tree trunk to rest against.]

[see, they should have done this earlier. They could have both been warmer and not have had to shiver themselves something awful for those minutes. Although Frodo did secretly enjoy arguing with Sam in his own way. The smile makes its way out]

Very wise of you, Sam. I'm afraid I've gotten quite comfortable here and it would have been hard to get me moving anyway. I think one would have had to give me a good kick to get me to give this up.

[Frodo leans back when Sam does. He's feeling very drowsy and comfortable, and Sam himself is a solid presence. Despite the rain pattering down on them, the warmth under the shared cloak is feeling almost as good as the feather bed back home. Frodo yawns]

I'd say we should try to post a watch but I doubt anyone would be out in this awful weather, thief or brigand.

[His Gaffer would haul him off by the ear without a second thought, if he could see him now. It's all Sam can think, at first, as Frodo leans back against him. Huddled under a cloak with his master like this - what would the folk back home say?

But the folk back home aren't here, not now. It's just him and Frodo, and a very wet night following a very long day. Sam yawns himself in spite of himself, suddenly aware of just how sore and exhausted he is. He blinks his eyes a few times to keep them open, willing himself not to let his voice slur with tiredness.]

I can keep an eye out, Mr. Frodo.

[Luckily for him, the Gaffer isn't around to see them. If Bilbo was here, they'd fare differently. His uncle would probably take one look at them both, wonder how poor Samwise got roped into this new trouble, and just wander off. He might grumble but leave them to it.

Frodo is very glad that he has to deal with neither the Gaffer or the others back home. He'd rather be warm and have a chance at sleeping, and he's no longer shivering. Better still, Sam is no longer shaking, and he's certainly warmed up. Frodo may be sitting with half of a tree root digging into his hip, but he finds that he wouldn't move for all the dwarf treasure or elven works in the world. Frodo curls up against Sam to get more comfortable, pulling the cloak tighter. His eye slide almost to a close.]

You could but I have a feeling neither one of us is...

[Frodo's head has started to sink, his voice low and drowsy, but a smile in it.]

Edited 2012-07-17 12:29 (UTC)

Is what, Mr. Frodo?

[He's trying to keep alert, blinking sleepily at the top of Frodo's head, but the contrast between the warmth of Frodo against him and the chill of before has left him feeling nice and cozy, and the exhaustion of the day has finally caught up to him. His own words are slow, more an automatic response than anything, and he shifts a little more to get comfortable, stretching his legs out and tilting his head - just slightly - not quite resting against his master's.]

It'll be all right. Your Sam will keep an eye out.

[But despite his words, it's getting harder and harder to keep said eyes open.]

[Frodo starts a little against his shoulder, Sam's question waking him some]

Hm? [he seems to have forgotten what he was going to say, lazily thinking it over and then;] Sorry, what was I saying?

[he's leaned back against Sam, drifting off]

I know you will, Sam. You always do. Thank you.

[Sam has half a mind to press, and try to find out what Frodo had been saying, but it's clear that that's going to be a losing battle. Frodo is nearly asleep already, and Sam would be the first one to point out just how much he needs the rest.

He sighs, half accepting and half almost content, as Frodo leans back against him, settling himself back against the tree. Frodo has leaned in against his side, and while Sam wouldn't dare take the liberty of putting his arm around his master, his arm has somehow ended up behind Frodo's back, a solid, warm presence between the hobbit and the cold ground.

He allows himself to smile softly at Frodo's faith in him, more determined than ever not to break that trust, and he leans his head back, looking around the clearing for any sign of trouble. There's nothing, no sound but the wind whispering in the trees, and it's not long before Sam's eyes fall closed of their own accord.]

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body heat meme

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!

:D

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