Should He Not Be Invisible?
"Frodo!"
"What is it now Sam.?.!."
"Why have you got all tall and dark all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. Oh well I'm sure I'll find out after I've killed you and everybody else who won't serve me."
"Hmm. You remind me of something round, gold, small and evil…"
It was midnight on Frodo's eleventy-first birthday in the shire and he had taken to wearing his nice gold ring for a while now, around five years today in-fact. Or was it fifty? Sam couldn't remember for the life of him now, thirteen children is a lot to look after when it's just the two of you…
"Die!"
"Baah!"
Crash! Suddenly Frodo's new mace was in the wall just above Sam's head. It was a very nice mace, only a few seconds old now, but it looked as if it had survived many millennia.
"You should be more careful with that thing y'know! Y'almost killed me!" Panted Sam in pending panic.
"Die!" Demanded Frodo again, readying for the next swing.
"Ah… I guess that was the intention."
"Die!"
"Baah!" Cried Sam, whilst leaping out of the way. And they say men can't multi-task, Thought Sam And maybe they're right, I'm a Hobbit!
Unfortunately for him he thought this in real time, thus preventing him from noticing Frodo's next cry and attack and preventing him, also because of this, to perform his next exclamation and 'Tactical Retreat'. And so came the unfortunate death of the second best gardener the Shire shall ever receive.