Heya! I want to thank everyone again for all of the awesome reviews! I'm finally finished this; it took me a little over a month. It's been great; I never planned on writing a lotr fic but this was a lot of fun. I hope you all enjoyed it! *throws a sugar party* this epilogue's for all of you!
Oh…and this may seem kind of dumb…but I want to thank Hercules and Iolaus here. Without their countless adventures I would not have the deep understanding I have of their relationship. It was by basing (minimally) this fic on things that I could see Herc and Iolaus doing (though obviously with a Frodo and Sam twist) that I was able to write this story at all.
Epilogue: On to Brotherhood
"'All alone and without me to help you? I couldn't have borne it.'
'It would be the death of you to come with me,' said Frodo, 'and I could not have borne that.'
'Not as certain as being left behind,' said Sam.
'But I am going to Mordor.'
'I know that well enough, Mr. Frodo. Of course you are. And I'm coming with you.'" ---FOTR, J.R.R. Tolkien
Life continued normally for Frodo and Sam. They had the occasional scrap with Bred and Ned, but once Merry and Pippin grew into their tweens, the four friends pulled a series of pranks on the two bullies. A showdown ensued, resulting in the four roughed up but beaming young hobbits emerging victorious.
Through it all, Frodo and Sam only grew closer. They didn't realize that their friendship was evolving into a brotherhood, though, until that one fateful day full of tales of dark lords, evil creatures, and a magic ring. The One Ring. The rest is history.
"That's the end of the story, Mr. Frodo," Sam yawned and rubbed his stinging eyes. "As far as the beginning of our quest, anyway, and I don't think you need or want to hear about that."
"I don't Sam, thank you," Frodo ran a hand through his dust encrusted hair. He took a deep breath, pooled his remaining energy, and pushed himself into a standing position. Sam held onto Frodo's arm until Frodo stopped wobbling.
"You know I'll carry you, if you need, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo nodded gratefully. "Again, thank you. But I shall manage."
Sam dusted his pants off and began walking, Frodo at his side. "If I'm not allowed to thank you, than you are not allowed to thank me either. It's my job to help you," he finished stubbornly.
Sam's familiar, stubborn persistence brought warmth to Frodo's heart. "And the same from me to you." Frodo tripped on a rock and stumbled, but Sam steadied him. "As much as I can, anyway," Frodo added with a weak grin.
"Don't you worry, Mr. Frodo. We'll make it to that mountain and toss that dratted ring in, and then everything will be as it was," Sam declared. Frodo exchanged a small but determined smile with Sam, and the two best friends, brothers at heart, continued on their trek through Mordor.
~ "So Frodo and Sam set off on the last stage of their Quest together." –FOTR, J.R.R. Tolkien
"'I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.'" –Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien