Originally written in 2006 for the drabble meme. My requester wanted Samwise with someone other than Frodo (or Rosie). Among the harder stories I've ever had to write, lol!
The full moon hung low in the sky, seeming to press down on Sam as he let himself be led across the Dragon's courtyard and into the shadows of the waiting trees.
Sam ignored its knowing stare. He was weary. Weary of longing for what seemed forever out of reach, weary of being called a fool for setting his sights too high.
Well, a fool he'd be no longer. There was pleasure to be found, here and now, and them as wished to share it with him.
He might have found it, too.
If only the moon wasn’t so bright.