Hot-Headed by Lbilover

Sam always had a bit of a temper. ‘Hot-headed’ his dad called him, and warned him no good would come of letting anger run away with him.


But the Gaffer hadn’t reckoned with Shelob or Snaga, with how the sight of Frodo, bound and helpless, or a sound like a whip’s crack filled his son’s faithful heart with blazing wrath that destroyed every obstacle between him and the one he loved.


`Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear! It's Sam, I've come!'


From Sam's hot-headedness had come the greatest good: Frodo, alive,  hugged close against his breast.