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Note: A great big ball of fluffy slash. Nothing explicit. PLEASE REVIEW!

And to The Little Swimmy Dudette: I'm not sure if I should string these little ficlets together. Some are about different characters, and I'm also kinda doing it as a form of insurance. Slash is not exactly the most accepted story line there is out there, and if someone wants to be a jerk and report a story, I'd prefer it just be one and not all my stuff in one story. shrugs I'm glad you're enjoying everything though.

Frodo sat quietly at his desk in the foyer of Bag End. He was writing in Bilbo's book. He paused for a moment, searching for the right word to describe the look on Sam's face when he regained consciousness in Rivendell.

Suddenly, two warm, callused hands blocked Frodo's vision. "Guess who?" a soft voice whispered in his ear.

Frodo smiled and reached back to gently run his hands over his assailant's face. "Features that seem very familiar. You must be rather attractive, my darling attacker," Frodo's hand moved from a face to a mop of curls, "Your hair is so soft, and I can't help but feel that I've toyed with it before." Frodo smirked and gave the hair a gentle tug.

Frodo could feel that whoever had him round the face was trying to stifle laughter. Frodo moved his hands to the ones over his eyes. He carefully peeled them from his face, "Hullo, Sam."

Sam gave a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around Frodo's neck, and then he leaned forward over Frodo's shoulder to see what he had been writing.

"Sapphires," Sam said.

"What?" Frodo cocked his head to look at Sam.

Sam nodded toward the book, "That's what I was thinking of when I saw you open your eyes. They were an absolutely brilliant blue. You were so pale and drawn, and the contrast of your eyes to the rest of you was incredible. Like sapphires on white silk."

Sam gave Frodo a quick kiss on the cheek and released him from his loving arms. "I'm going back to the garden, Mr. Frodo."

Frodo smiled and waved Sam away. He began to write in Bilbo's book once more.

'When Frodo awoke, he slowly regained his vision. The first thing he saw clearly was Sam, his eyes glittering as though he had just seen the most precious of jewels.'