A short one- shot on a young Frodo and Sam.

I do not own The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit

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"Is it true, Mr Frodo?"

Frodo was at his desk, writing, his face screwed in concentration.

"Is what true?" Frodo kept his eyes on the paper.

Sam was sat, cross-legged on the floor, his eyes far away in thought.

"The things that Mr Bilbo says...about dragons and treasure. It's a story, isn't it?"

Frodo looked at Sam for a long moment. "It depends what you think a story is."

"Well, Mr Frodo...I'd say a story would be something that...wasn't exactly true. Something so strange or wonderful that... it simply couldn't be true. No matter how much you want it to be."

Frodo gave his friend a small smile.

"What makes you think Bilbo isn't telling the truth, Sam?"

Sam looked horrified.

"Oh, Mr Frodo! I meant no offence. I don't think Mr Bilbo would lie...not for a second...I just find his stories so...incredible that..."

"Sam!" Frodo gave a soft laugh and sat down on the floor, opposite his friend. "I know you didn't. When I first heard them, I didn't know if I should believe it either."

Sam visibly relaxed. "I want to believe in the stories, Mr Frodo. They sound so wonderful."

"Then you should, Sam. If that's what you want to believe in."

Sam blushed. "My Gaffer tells me not to believe in such, begging yours and Mr Bilbo's pardon, in such nonsense."

Frodo smiled. "I think that's most people's thinking, Sam. Doesn't mean you have to follow sheep, as Bilbo would say... besides, could anyone really make up something so... unbelievable?"

Sam's eyes were shining. "No, I don't think so, Mr Frodo. I think it's true. Every bit of it!"

Frodo smiled, patted his young friend on the shoulder and returned to the table.

Behind the door, holding two glasses and plates of cheese, Bilbo gave a small smile. It was always the young, or the young at heart, who allowed belief and magic to seep through the cracks.