Sam entered the through the round green door, it was strangely quiet in Bag-End. "I hope Mr. Frodo isn't ill." thought Sam.
He walked into the kitchen and started preparing a meal for Frodo, with bacon and eggs and mushrooms and tomatoes. All his favourites(of course).
Sam put the food a plate which he set down on the dining room table. It was then he saw the note. Sam frowned when he saw it. He cautiously went over to it as if it was a hurt bird that he wanted to help but would fly away at any sudden movement. When he finally reached it he unfolded the paper and read the message. When he finished the letter slowly fell to the floor like an autumn leave falling from and old tree."Surely this is a joke." he muttered.
He sped into the master's bedroom. Now he realised why it was so quiet. He entered the room. It was cold and empty."NO!" cried Sam.
How could Frodo do this to him. Now he would have to tell everyone at the party that Frodo had gone away, like his uncle. On a quest given to him by Gandalf. If only he hadn't spent so long organising the party, he could have caught Frodo and gone along with him, but if he followed now, he would be defiant towards his master and if the Gaffer ever saw him again after that, well he would wish he had just stayed home in the first place. So Sam went back to his house leaving the lovely meal sitting on the table to become cold and unusable, but that didn't matter to Sam, oh sure there would be a lot of people that would think Sam was upset because he would have to work for the Sackville-Baggins's, or because if he didn't do that his family would starve. But that wasn't why Sam was walking home, nearly blinded by tears, it was because his master and best friend had left him and gone off into who knows what.
"What is it, boy?" asked the Gaffer when Sam walked in.
"It's Mr. Frodo" He sobbed.
"He's not ill is he?"
Sam shook his head
"Not dead?" asked the Gaffer.
"Not that I know of," replied Sam. "I only know that he has gone off into the wild somewhere and don't want me to follow."
"Now Sam!" laughed the Gaffer. "You know how Mr. Frodo is always going off on those little walks of his."
"Not this time Gaf." Answered Sam forlornly "look at his letter." Sam reached inside his pocket but found nothing there. "I musta left it back up a Bag-End. He muttered. So Sam ran back up the dusty path and found the letter lying on the floor of Bag-End's dining room floor. Sam picked it up and took it back down to his Gaffer.
Sam so wanted to follow his master, so he got out his travel pack and started putting things in there that he and his master might need. He was about to head off until he heard the Gaffer's voice
"You saw what he wrote, boy. He don't want you to follow him."
"But he needs me." Said Sam in a pleading voice.
"Not my fault if he dismisses you then" He growled
Does that mean I can go?" cried Sam
The Gaffer nodded. "Thank you, oh thankyou!" Said Sam gleefully.
"But be a good host lad, you organised this party, so you'll be running it."
"Yes, sir."