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Frodo/Sam stories

A Careful Wishing – Be careful what you wish for: you may get it.
Rating: NC-17

A Garden For My Love – Sam's son, Frodo, in another garden in The Shire.
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I didn't really write this – Frodo Gardner did. He took it from me as soon as I typed in his name. And I am so glad that he did.

Cabbages and Potatoes
Rating: PG 13
Warning: AU. Humour. Those of delicate sensibility, where canon is concerned, should read with heightened Back-button awareness.
Author's Notes: My Sam is a paragon amongst hobbits; he has every virtue under the sun and no vices whatsoever. His abilities are legion, he is nonpareil amongst gardeners, the very paradigm of a perfect servant, the sublimation of handyhobbits, cynosure of discerning eyes. And his prowess in their bedroom surpasses belief – the apotheosis of all lovers…
Oh, Sam…
But, just supposing…

Courting Day – The path of love runs oft awry – so Gandalf steps in to lend a hand.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: A bit of Valentine's Day fluff. The Prologue says that hobbit holidays occur at frequent intervals, and 14 Solmath seemed to need one. I have also gratuitously given The Shire a Welsh custom, and Sam another skill. Thanks to Adrienne and Notabluemaia for the betas.

In Service – When Lobelia has a gardening problem, Sam proves less than helpful, but Frodo is more than satisfied.
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: To Notabluemaia, my wonderful beta, hugs and thanks. To UK Archers fans – think Lynda Snell; the initials cannot be mere co-incidence.

Instinct
Summary: When his Gaffer lays down the law, Sam needs advice and turns to Frodo for assistance.
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Yes, yet another F/S First Time. Also, a complete and most reprehensible (though. as matters turned out, fortuitous) absence of cake forks.
Author's Notes: Hugs and thanks to Notabluemaia for beta.

The Perfect Match – It’s corny, it’s clichéd, it’s cricket! It’s Frodo, it’s Samwise, it’s First Time!
Rating: NC 17
Author’s Notes:    Cricket is just baseball on Valium (Robin Williams).
                                 Baseball is merely hyperactive cricket (Tiriel).
Village cricket is so essentially English that it just has to be a hobbit preoccupation! If you think you need to know, a few pointers to the rules and terminology are appended. I have tried to make it accurate, but, as you may have surmised, this isn’t really about cricket…
With hugs and thanks to Notabluemaia and Teasel for beta.

Ridiculous – After Tom Bombadil rescues the hobbits from the barrow wight, repressed feelings make themselves known. Insistently.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: In canon, only the three who ended up under the sword wore the cold rags, and it doesn't actually say that they followed Tom's instructions about shedding them, though Sam did cast off his circlet, belt and rings. As far as I gather, Frodo kept his clothes on, but that's no fun, so this assumes that he lost his own and wasn't given the stylish replacement...

The Way To A Hobbit's Heart – A cautious culinary wooing, in which it is shown that Frodo’s skills in the kitchen have been much maligned.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Obviously AU – we all know Frodo can't cook for toffee – therefore no excuses for anachronistic ingredients! Many thanks to Adrienne for the beta and encouragement – the improvements are hers (you may thank her that there isn't a 'fade to black'); mistakes are my own.

Winter Garden – Sam takes a stroll and thinks about his flowers...
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Not for the horticulturally challenged! This was my very first story (since primary school) – my two abiding passions combined: Frodo/Sam and gardening!

Drabbles

Love Story – A(n infinitely expandable) series of drabbles showing scenes in a relationship, from beginning to – end?
Rating: R
Author's Notes: A drabble is exactly 100 words, and concentrating a scene into so few words can become quite compulsive. Oddly, I cannot drabble in the past tense!
I warn you that some people find these too elliptical, and I have been asked if they are poems (implied: 'failed' poems!).