"Well, I'm back," said Sam as he walked through the door of Bag End.

"Shhh, I've finally got Eleanor to sleep," Rosie placed a finger over her mouth and gave Sam a wry wink, slowly moving the finger down until it sat between slightly parted lips. "If you're quiet and I don't have to go to her, I'm yours for the evening". Rosie almost glided across the floor and placed both arms around Sam's neck, captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Rosie, I was expecting to go straight to bed as soon as I got home, but I wasn't quite expecting this." Sam smiled into another kiss, pulling Rosie closer to him. "Not that I'm minding at all."

Clothes were abandoned where they stood and Mr Frodo's lounge was put to good use.

"Oh, love, I know it was hard to let Frodo go," Rosie's hands slid over Sam's chest, caressing his nipples, as she rode him towards completion, "but let's make this night a physical memory of him, for us. I think, tonight, we may be giving Eleanor a little playmate, a little Frodo-Lad for us all to adore."

"Oh, Rosie ……………… Oh." Sam's body tensed, before blissful release.