tolkien100 | R/S/F drabble, PG

I haven't a title for this one. I wrote it to cheer myself up.

But, I'm

rubynye, and this is PG rated; the characters are Rosie, Sam, and Frodo, there's het and slash, and the whole thing is a brief benign avocational fiction.

Rosie awoke alone and aching, the baby kicking her innards, and dragged herself groaning from bed. When she found her husband curled round a sleeping Frodo, she meant to ask him to come back to bed with her, but the words that came forth were, "Who do you love more, Sam?"

She would have taken the words back, but his fathomless gaze stanched all apologies. Curving one arm round her waist, he lifted her into the bed beside him; holding them both close, his lips warm on her brow, Sam murmured, "Rosie my lass, how can you ask me that?"