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Sam waited patiently as the ship finally got to the docks of the Grey Havens. The trip felt both like a second and an eternity. Sam could feel his youth come back to his body as they sailed, but Sam did not think much about it. All he thought about was seeing his friend.
His lover.
He breathed in the salty air from the sea, looking around at the beautiful elvish city.
The hobbit continued to look around the docks, only to find his old companions waiting for him. There, quite a ways away, was Gandalf, Bilbo, and lastly Frodo, all talking and watching as the ship made its last movements.
Frodo and Sam locked eyes, the longing gazes meeting each other. The time apart. The memories lost. The moments they could have spent together. They were all worth it just to look into each other’s eyes once more.
Sam couldn’t help but notice how Frodo looked. He looked as though he never went on his journey, like they never left the shire all those years ago. As if the ring had never happened, but Sam knew that his mind must still be plagued with memories. His eyes looked young and his hair was short once more. He looked fed and no longer had the sunken cheeks and bony arms he had when he left.
“Master Samwise, it is time,” said the elf that took him. Sam bowed his head, feeling no pain in his joints like he did before. He looked at his hands only to see the wrinkles and spots that were there once before had disappeared.
As Sam walked toward the dock, Frodo followed. Frodo’s walking turned into jogging, making Sam pick up the pace as well. Sam could feel tears form under his eyes as he ran to meet Frodo. Finally, the two shared a tight, warm embrace.
“I missed you so much, my dear Sam,” Frodo said in between Sam’s shoulder and neck, giving Sam one last squeeze. The two parted briefly before Frodo kissed Sam’s forehead, then his cheek, and then his lips. Sam kissed him back tenderly, making a mental note that Frodo’s lips were still as soft as he remembered. Sam took Frodo’s hands in his, ending their last kiss with kissing Frodo’s hands.
“And I missed you, Frodo,” Sam responded, intertwining their fingers together and letting them drop to their sides. Sam cherished the smile Frodo gave him, tear stains and all, after not seeing him for so long. Frodo wiped his cheeks with his shoulder and began guiding Sam off the dock and towards Gandalf and Bilbo.
“Come, Sam, I have much to show you.”