A/N: Again, apologies this is so short, but I am kind of having a writers block on this fic, so any ideas would be greatly accepted, please review, "I beseech you on my knees"!

Frem was on his way to the Green Dragon with his wife and son for another day at work (all three of them worked at the bar), when he saw a pony standing by Bag End, and Sam was just coming back out of Bag End to unload the horse.

'I'll catch you up.' Frem said to Jecla and Drido, separating from them and going over to Sam.

'Have a nice trip?' He asked.

'Wonderful.' Sam replied. He definitely looked full of life, but that's what comes from spending a week with Merry and Pippin.

'Um… Sam, I know you've just got back, and probably want to spend some time with Elanor and Rose, but could you come over to the Green Dragon at some point… I need to talk to you.'

'Sounds serious!' Sam laughed.

'It is.' Frem replied, wiping the smile from Sam's face.

'Oh… all right, but it won't be until later, if that's alright?'

'Fine, but make sure you come to me at the inn, not my house.'

'All right.' Sam said again, and Frem said goodbye before making his way towards the inn. 'Wonder what that's all about?' He muttered to himself, unloading the last of his baggage, and hauling it into the house.

It was silent inside… too silent for Sam's liking. He knew it was still quite early, but Frodo was usually up early, even if Rose and Elanor weren't. Sam dropped his bags by the door, and walked down the hallway. He opened the door of Frodo's room slightly, and peered in: it was empty. He walked along and opened the door to his and Rose's room: also empty. 'Rosie? Mr. Frodo?' Sam called, moving along the hallway. 'Where are you all?'

'Sam?' Sam heard a quiet voice call his name from Elanor's nursery. He opened the door to find Rose sitting by Elanor's cot, rocking forwards and backwards with Elanor asleep in her arms. Rose looked like she'd been crying.

'Whatever's the matter, Rosie?' Sam asked, coming into the room and kneeling in front of his wife so he could look her in the eye. She put Elanor back in her cot and averted her eyes to the ground.

'It was horrible, Sam, horrible!' She cried.

'What was? What was horrible?'

'Frodo, he… he…'

'He what? And where is he?'

'I don't know where he is! He ran off after he…'

'Go on…'

'He raped me, Sam! He got me drunk and raped me!' Rosie suddenly cried, flinging her arms around her husband.

Sam looked shocked, and was silent for a minute or two, before getting up. He looked hurt and confused. 'No…' He muttered over and over again. 'No… he wouldn't do something like that… not Mr. Frodo! I'm going to find him, so don't you worry Rosie!'

Sam stormed out the room, and a moment later Rosie heard the front door of Bag End slam shut. She immediately stopped her sniffling, and laughed. Getting rid of Sam was proving easier that she thought. Splashing water on her face like that must have made her look like she really had been crying.

The poor hobbit, she felt sorry for him in a way. He didn't know where to turn to now, his wife or master and best friend. He seemed to be furious with Frodo, but she knew Sam. By the time he had found him, he would be ready to lay the blame on someone else, to comfort his master rather than blame him. She bet that within a month, 'Sam and her' would be over, and she could take Frodo for her own…