Based off Tolkien's works. All characters and places are his. This scene is also his, just with a few twists of my own.

Samwise Gamgee was sweating slightly as he cut Frodo Baggins' lawn. He had gotten about half of the yard done, and that had taken awhile. He smiled at the part of the lawn that he had already cut; satisfied that he had done a quality job. He had an intense love for nature, and this helped, as he was Frodo's gardener. He continued to cut the yard with a bit more vigor, noting that the faster he was done the more quickly he could trim the grass-border nearer to the Hobbit-hole. It had been annoying him for a while now.

Frodo Baggins was sitting in his study next to the wizard Gandalf. Gandalf was a good friend of Frodo's and was visiting Bag End to tell him of something important. Frodo did not know exactly what this matter of importance was, except for the fact it was about a ring his cousin Bilbo had given to him. Gandalf had touched upon the subject the night before but had not said much, stating simply that it was too dark a manner to be conversed about at nighttime. Frodo glanced at the wizard, who was blowing smoke rings and looked quite content.

"Last night you began to tell me strange things about my ring, Gandalf. And then you stopped; because you said that such matters were best left until daylight. Don't you think you had better finish now?"

At this Gandalf put down his pipe and gazed at the Hobbit. He began to explain why the ring Frodo had was dangerous, and Frodo sat next to the open study window, listening intently.

Sam, having finished the lawn, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and took a glimpse at the sky above. The Sun was bright and cheerful and there was nary a cloud in the sky. Picking up his shears, he kneeled on the fresh-cut grass and began trimming the grass-border, which had so annoyed him. As his shears clacked, he heard voices coming from Frodo's open window. "Now, who could that be, I wonder?" Sam asked himself. He moved his shears a little closer to the window and quit trimming for a moment.

"A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings does not die, nor does he obtain life…"

"Ah, that must be Gandalf the Wizard!" Sam put down his shears on the emerald grass. "A mortal with a 'Great Ring' does not die and does not gain life? What madness is this of which he speaks?" Sam edged even closer to the window, so close, in fact, that he was directly beneath it.

Then Frodo's voice floated through the window, quavering slightly. "I cannot read the fiery letters."

"No," replied Gandalf. "But I can."

This engrossed Sam even more. Fiery letters? He frowned down at his shears for a moment, thinking of all the possibilities that could call for such a conversation. Something about rings and fire that Frodo can't read. His first impression was that Gandalf had done something to the fire, like he did with those incredible fireworks of his.

"…The Elf-Lords hid from him…"

Sam started. Elves? Elves were amazing! Bilbo had told him incredible stories, some of which included the Elves. The Elves fascinated Sam, who had never been out of the Shire or seen many of the different races of Middle-earth. He listened intently as Gandalf told of more happenings in Middle-earth, of which included the evil Ring that Frodo had, and an enemy. Such things he didn't understand.

All of a sudden there was a silence in the Hobbit-hole and out. Sam crouched where he was, listening for more. Before he could move Gandalf's hand shot out the window and grabbed him by the ear. Sam let out a squawk of pain as he was pulled up to the angry face of Gandalf. His hiding place had been discovered.

This is one of the shortest things I have ever written, plus I had a huge lack of inspiration when I began writing this, and this is my first fanfic. Okay, so I'm just making excuses for using a part of the book, but I promise the rest of my fanfics will have original plots. If anyone bothers to read this, could they review it please? That would mean a lot to me!