𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

after it all [Samwise]

[Published: 30.07.2020]

Sam sat at a table, watching Frodo and Aragorn dance alongside their partners and friends. The Hobbit smiled to himself, contented by his friends' merriment; he was only saddened by the fact that he was unable to join in. He had no partner that was willing to dance with- so there he sat, alone, a weakened smile in the corner of his lips, staring down at his empty plate, his eyes occasionally grazing over the hall.

His eyes passed over her, as he moved onto the next person- they then darted back, to admire the most fierce beauty he had ever laid eyes on. The maiden was without a doubt, the epitome of gorgeousness, as well as expressing a sense of determination and will power. Her (E/C) eyes were curious and somewhat adorable, yet sharp and calculating. Her (H/C) tresses slipped over her shoulders and behind her pointed ears. There was a sense of pride in her expression- yet the smile on her face eased it, revealing a more gentle, feminine side to her.

Sam's lips parted, and the corners of his lips curled, into a more visable smile. It took him a few moments to realise that the elf maiden was staring back at him- once he had, he flushed a deep scarlet, and looked back down to his empty plate, flummoxed. He gulped, his nerves getting the better of him. His feet shuffled beneath the table, trying to find a comfortable position to rest in. He closed eyes, trying to distract himself from the constant beating at his heart.

"Sam?" the Hobbit opened his right eye warily, to see Frodo standing before him, with a puzzled expression, "What on earth are you doing?" Sam sighed, placing a hand on his forehead.

"I'm embarassing myself, evidently," he muttered, his gaze falling.

"What do you mean?" his friend laughed, sitting.

"Do you see that elf over there?"

"Sam, most the people here are elves,"

"The pretty one!"

"...I doubt there's such thing as an ugly elf, Sam..."

"Are you blind?" Sam huffed, "The female elf, with long, silk (H/C) hair, and big (E/C) eyes, wearing the white dress with gold stitching," his detailed description earned a raised eyebrow from Frodo.

"Oh- that one!" his friend cried, cyan eyes lighting up with amusement, "What did you do that was so embarrassing?"

"I was caught... staring..."

"Staring!" his friend laughed, "I expected it to be much worst by the look on your face! Why don't you go over to her?"

"Are you mad!?" Sam cried, "How am I supposed to introduce myself!; 'Hello, my name is Sam. I'm sorry if I was staring at you earlier, you're only the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on!'"

Frodo spluttered with laughter, earning several questionable looks from the people around them, and for Sam to roll his eyes and pout. His friend's chortles were certainly not helping his situation. Looking away, the Hobbit's gaze wandered the room, before landing on the elf once more. He sighed, an image of the two dancing appeared in his head. Once again, it took him a moment to realise that the she-elf was looking at him. His cheeks flushed, as her lips curled into a sweet smile, and her hand waved at him gently. Instantly turning away, Sam attempted to organise his riddled mind, trying to think straight.

"For gosh sake, Sam; go over there! Who cares what you say, as long as you talk to her!"

"Frodo, keep your voice down! She'll hear, and then I'll be done for!" Sam scolded, his eyes finding interest on the floor below him.

"Sam, what do you have to loose? Just get up, go over there, and ask if she'd like to dance; couldn't be simpler!"

"You say it like that, it doesn't sound so bad..." the Hobbit whispered, before raising his head, his eyes locking back onto the beautiful elf.

His heart thumped, and he felt his mind go to mush. His eyes lingered for a moment, before his head snapped away, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes. How could he go up there and ask her? His heart could hardly take the sight, how would he manage dancing with her? Besides that, how would he be able to ask her? His mind was riddled with distraught, half panicking, half entranced; how could muster words before her?

"Sam, you're worrying too much about it. Just approach her and strike up a conversation; you've faced far too much to be afraid of a girl," Frodo smiled encouragingly at his friend, and patted him on the back.

"Okay...maybe I can do this..." he murmured, nodding slowly, "Yeah, I can go up to her and talk...just talk. About anything- the weather, the time, the ball, the war-"

"Not the war,"

"You're right, not the war..." once more, Sam shuffled, before taking a deep breath, and looked up, his eyes falling onto the elvish beauty.

"Let's do this."

(Y/N) had been sat for some time, awaiting her brother to return from his discussions; it had seemed that he had taken by a young woman, and had begun dancing. The she-elf sighed at the sight of her sibling; a part of her was glad that he was enjoying himself for once, rather than constantly being worried about their safety. Another part of her wanted him to come back- she had felt so alone without his company.

She sighed once more, brushing her (H/C) out of her face, before her fingertips traced the tips of her pointed ear. It was an old habit of hers that she had developed when she was young; it was a way of keeping herself occupied during times of contemplation. Her eyes grazed over the hall, drifting from person to person, finding nothing of interest or significance.

Her eyes then landed on a Hobbit.

The sight of his hazel orbs gazing adoringly and amiably in her direction was reason enough for (Y/N) to blush. A few seconds of this, before his head snapped away in embarrassment, causing her to giggle- she thought him cute as he blushed. The Hobbit's eyes darted back and fourth, and their eyes locked a few times, before turning away in embarrassment. She was inclined to believe that this Hobbit liked her.

Her eyes wandered off to look for her brother, to find him in deep conversation with the King, with a young woman gripping his waist; she grimaced slightly, before looking towards the direction of the Hobbit who had been staring at her. To her disapointment, the Hobbit had dissapeared from sight- (Y/N) sighed, before her eyes lowered to her hands in her lap.

"E-ex-excuse me, m'lady..." the elf looked up in surprise, to find the Hobbit standing before her, with shaking knees and a stuttery discourse, "I...I erm... thought I'd... introduce myself..." the Hobbit stood tall, so the girl could see him properly; she stopped herself from blushing. He was an adorable Hobbit, petite, with deep hazel eyes and light brown curls of hair. He twiddled his fingers, before taking in a large breath of air, and bowing courteously.

"I'm S-S-S-Samwise Gam-Gamgee," he stuttered, causing the elf to smile warmly at him.

"Pleasure, Master Gamgee," she replied, trying to hide her scarlett cheeks with her sleeve, "I'm (Y/N); were you not part of the fellowship?"

"Indeed; though you'd forgive me if I'd wish to change the topic to more amiable subjects, my lady?"

"Of course. Oh, and there's no need for you to call me lady- I have no such title," "A lady of your beauty deserves such a title," Sam murmered softly, before realising what he had confessed. (Y/N) blushed more fervently, turning her head away to get a hold of herself.

Finally composing herself, (Y/N) turned back to Sam, and smiled softly. "Sam," she said, looking up to him in the eye, "Would you care for a dance?"

The Hobbit replied by holding his hand out for the elf to take.