Late morning sunshine pours through the open window like honey, turning all it touches to gold. It spills across the floor and onto the bed, bathing entwined limbs of pale ivory and sun-kissed brown in its warmth and richness.
Frodo moves lazily in the golden light, stretching like a cat. "Mmm," he murmurs as he settles back into Sam's embrace, "second breakfast is definitely my favorite meal of the day."
Sam glances at the tray of uneaten food, cooling in the sea air, and smiles.
“Mine too, Frodo-love,” he answers, tightening his arms and kissing soft parted lips. “Mine too.”