Objects of Desire

Merry and Pippin were beginning to annoy Gandalf with their endless talk about fireworkds and which lasses they'd like to let light their touch paper.

"I'm going for a smoke," the white wizard remarked casually to the gathering of Bagginses, Brandybucks and Tooks at Bag End. He got up and as he passed by Sam he winked at him.

Sam waited a few moments and then followed him outside.

The wizard was sitting on the bench with his back to the door, watching some young foxes play fight in the evening dusk at the bottom of the path. The wizard turned around when he heard the door.

"Sam," he said, half smiling and took a deep and long draw on his pipe.

Sam thought the wizard sounded as if he had known that Sam would come outside.

"I wanted to see you alone," Sam said.

The words came out too quickly. Sam hesitated for a moment after he had said them. Then Sam went round to stand before the wizard.

"There's something I need to know," Sam continued whilst there was still the courage inside him to ask. Gandalf noticed a sense of need and longing in the voice of the hobbit is fancied the most.

Watching the foxes had made the wizard feel like having a little fun with Sam. He sat back and relaxed, stretching his legs out in front of Sam. Sam's eyes were instantly drawn to them and the place between them. Sam wondering just what the wizard was wearing below his robes. He was pretty sure that he had nothing on underneath. The wizard's lips were dry from smoking his pipe and he moistened them with his tongue slowly and wondered just how far he could tease Sam before he gave in to his own inner most felings concerning this quiet hobbit.

"Well?" the wizard replied in a deep and powerful kind of voice that could not be ignored.

Sam stopped looking at the wizard's crotch and lifted his head, trying hard not to meet his gaze. Sam felt his embarrassment rise and his cheeks redden. The wizard could be so masterful when he wanted to be. He had an air of such coolness about him that made Sam feel slightly inadequate despite Frodo's constant reminders to him that he wouldn't have gotten very far without Sam. Tears began to well up in Sam's eyes. This was not a good sign. It might get him an oscar nomination, but it wouldn't get him very far with the wizard. Gandalf had seen it all before. All it had gotten Sam was a heavy backpack and the job of following Frodo around being miserable. All this had done was make Frodo look even more adorable in front the elf and the other members of the fellowship. Sam knew that tears in his eyes and a sad hobbit face would not help him this time. So he lifted his head and gave Gandalf his cutest puppy dog face.

As the scowl on Gandalf's face softened to a smile Sam knew it had worked. Sam would have kissed him there and then, but for the fact that there was something else on Sam's mind that night.

"You only have to ask," Gandalf added, the playfulness in his voice fading and a gentleness coming through that said he would do anything for Sam. He knew of Sam's needs and the desires that he craved the most. Sam wanted more than second breakfast. He wondered what Sam would ask of him this time.

Whatever it was the wizard already knew that he could not refuse him.

"Don't make fun of me, now," Sam replied, jokingly in his half Irish half West Country accent. The wizard had no idea where the accent had come from, but it sent shivers running down his spine whenever he heard it.

The tension between them had gone. The wizard gestured for Sam to sit down on his knee and he did so happily.

Sam carefully took out two small objects made of rubber from his jacket pocket and showed them to the wizard.

"Would you mind wearing these?" Sam asked.

The wizard snuffed out his pipe and replied, "I thought you'd never ask. I've always wanted pointy ears."