Sam was peacefully organising some pansies in his neatly organized garden when he saw Merry and Pippin walking past his garden waving at him. "Hullo Merry and Pippin, wherever is Elanor she said she would be with you riding Bill all morning?" Sam asked rather suspicious. "She did?" Merry said confused "She asked us if she could go riding by herself today. She said you would be fine with it" answered Pippin. "What! She said you were both going with her! When did you last see her?!" Sam shouted bewildered and befuddled and rather worried. "Only a couple of minutes ago, she rode towards the corn fields" explained Pippin. "She is far too small to ride Bill; if she falls she could break her neck! And of course the thought of checking with me if it was okay for her to go running off into nowhere didn't even occur to you for one split second did it!?" Exclaimed Sam. Pippin and Merry looked at each other looking guilty and frightened and quite ashamed of themselves.

"I must find her" Sam said chucking his gardening tools down and pulling off his gloves. "Would you like us to come?" asked Merry and Pippin. "Yes you can come! You might be able to redeem yourselves of your foolishness! You two will never learn will you! Just imagine what Gandalf would say! Fool of a Took!" Sam panicked. "Merry, you come with me and Pippin; you go and tell Rosie where we will be. Don't give her too much information. I don't want her panicking! You can meet us up at the corn fields, if we are not there keep heading north" Pippin nodded and ran into Sam's hobbit hole to deliver the message.

Sam and Merry ran to the stables and borrowed two ponies, one for Merry and himself. They hopped on and rode. Sam was so panicked he wasn't even thinking about where Elanor could be but only what could of happen to her. He was so terrified. He had that horrible feeling that he got when he thought he had lost Frodo forever in Shelob's lair. It is the worst fear he had ever experienced. Worse than the fear of Gandalf not turning up at the prancing pony, worse than the fear of when Frodo got stabbed by the black riders, worse than the fear of Frodo trying to leave the fellowship and go to Mordor alone without Sam.

The worst grief he had ever felt was when Frodo left to the Grey havens. When he lost his greatest friend forever. Sam did not want to have to feel that pain again, that grief of having to live the rest of his days without that happiness to help him find his way. He had to do it once; he didn't want to do it again. And he knew that if he lost Elanor, he would be devastated. That would be a massive part of him cut away and he had already lost Frodo.

When all hope was almost lost, Sam saw a crumpled figure in the distance. Two figures. "Look Sam! Merry exclaimed with joy. In the middle of the corn fields, a small pony and a little hobbit-girl were stumbling along. Sam almost fell of his horse and ran to Elanor. As soon as he saw her he could see she was covered in scratches and her dress was ripped and muddy and all up her arms were leaves wrapped around. Sam wasn't the kind of hobbit to get angry, even though hobbits weren't often angry folk but if you found your daughter in a state like this what would you do? Sam simply took her by the hand, knelt down, and pulled her in close. "Elanor whatever have you been up to" Sam whispered into her knotted hair almost crying. "I'm so sorry dad, I wanted to go riding Bill by myself for a change and I know I shouldn't of lied I feel terrible, but Bill got scared by a little rabbit and he reared up and I fell off and he ran off and I couldn't find him and-"

"Hush…it's alright…your safe now." Sam whispered still. "But you have a lot of explaining to do my little flower"

"I know, I will tell every word".

Elanor Gamgee took after her father and was not a liar. She hated lying and she remained as honest as she could whenever she could. But that day, in all that had happened. Elanor Gamgee had told one clean lie. She simply could not tell every word of her little adventure. And she knew perfectly well.