'If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine we are back in Bag End,' Frodo says, cuddling closer against Sam.
Sam's arms tighten around him. 'That was long ago and far away, Frodo love. And,' a rueful laugh rumbles in his chest, 'we were a lot younger then.'
'Perhaps, but coals can burn hotter than flames.' Frodo twines his fingers into Sam's grey-flecked curls and pulls him down into a kiss that may no longer hold the passion of youth, but indeed burns hotter.
Then all is silent save for the crackle of the envious fire on the hearth.