Title: Afteryule Morning
Characters/Pairing: Frodo, Sam (maybe &, maybe /, maybe…)
Disclaimer: This is a benign avocational fiction.
"Mornin', Mr. Frodo," Sam replied cheerily, pulling the curtains wide. "And beautiful it is."
Chill sunlight flooded the room. Frodo dragged the blanket over his head. "There's nothing you can say to make me believe so."
"But it's truly lovely, sir, the low sun glowing through the clouds, flakes of snow drifting down like little stars."
Frodo peered over the blanket's edge. Beyond the window, the world shone as Sam had described. Entranced, Frodo sat up, pushing tousled curls aside for a better view. "Sam, you're a true poet."
Sam blushed, bright as the morning and much pinker.