Author's Note: This is an "experimentation" story I guess you could call it. I've never done a story this way before, and would appreciate if you would let me know if I should consider writing this way again.

Part 2: Frodo

Sam and I make our way to the door of the inn. Daddy Twofoot and the Gaffer have already left. We are leaving later than usual, and I try to hide a yawn.

I glance over Sam's shoulder and see Rosie holding the door for the patrons, bidding each good night. I sense Sam half-hesitate before continuing towards the door. I choke on a laugh that threatens to erupt.

Even now he is still uncertain about his and Rosie's relationship. He cares for her very much. But, he tells me, he fears that Rosie only sees him as a friend or like a brother.

At Bilbo's birthday party, however, it became very obvious to me that Rosie is quite smitten with Sam. Sam has nothing to worry about. Young love can be so blind sometimes. I shake my head and chuckle quietly.

We reach the door, and Rosie gives us a smile. She throws me a glance; then her eyes stay on Sam.

"Good night, lads," she says to us.

"Good night," we reply and turn away.

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Oh, if only Sam could see what is right in front of him. I glance at him and see his eyes are wide, an awe or delighted expression on his face. I let the smile grow on my face.

"Good night, sweet maiden of the golden ale!" a voice cries, dripping with honey, which causes me to glance over my shoulder as we walk. I choke back more laughter.

Ted Sandyman is on one knee at Rosie's feet, grinning broadly. Rosie smiles sweetly at him and nods. He staggers to his feet and leaves.

"Mind who you're sweet talking," Sam murmurs dangerously at the lad.

"Don't worry, Sam." I say, making my face serious and patting his shoulder -- to put him at ease and to make sure he does not think of doing something foolish -- and he looks at me with a fire in his eye and sadness on his face. "Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one," I reassure before walking ahead.

"Does she?" Sam says uncertainly.

With my back to him, I now let a huge grin spread across my face. Yes, she does, Sam, I answer silently.