A/N: What can I say…I'm amusing myself. ^_^ *members of Fellowship glare at Shannon* Sorry guys…*Tolkien goes into spin cycle in his grave* Sorry O Great One…J

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                Frodo was back in his room after breakfast, lying on his bed. He was still thinking about the letter. Who could it be? There were 8 possibilities: Sam, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf.

                Could it be Gandalf? 'No,' he told himself. 'Gandalf is old, and would never take an interest in me. Besides…I'm not sure that Gandalf even loves in that way. And even if he did, I doubt that he would reveal it, especially by way of a secret letter.'

                What about Legolas? 'I doubt that. Legolas is an elf and I am a silly hobbit. And besides, we have known each other for only a few weeks.'

                Possibly Gimli? 'The dwarf is like Gandalf. He most likely does not love. Even if he did, I would not know; we have not talked to each other much.'

                Maybe it was Boromir. 'I highly doubt it. The writer said he did not want me to feel uncomfortable, and the man is already succeeding wonderfully at that.'

                Aragorn? 'No…I do believe he loves another. An elf woman. He would not fancy me.'

                That left his three kinsmen: Merry, Pippin, and Sam. 'It isn't Merry. His wonder at what I was doing this morning was genuine, not forced. I believe he did not know what I was looking at, and the letter-writer would.

                'I don't think that it is Pippin, either. He is a young hobbit, and naïve. I'm not sure he loves like that yet.'

                That left…"Sam!" Frodo cried out aloud. "Of course!" It made perfect sense. After all, Sam had been in his room the night the letter appeared. And when he found that Frodo was awake, he had been more flustered than he should have been if he was just checking on him.

                Frodo sighed contentedly, strangely happy that it was Sam who wrote the letter. Just to make sure, though, Frodo reached under the pillow to find the letter and see if it was his old Samwise's handwriting.

                Before he could get it, though, a knock came at his door. "Frodo, my lad!" came the voice of Bilbo Baggins. "Are you in there?"

                Frodo withdrew his hand quickly and sat up. "Come in, Bilbo!" he cried back, happy to see his uncle anytime.

                The old hobbit walked in with a bundle in his arms. Though happy to see Bilbo, Frodo sighed. Bilbo surely had many things to show him and to talk about still, and it would be a long time before he would be alone to look at the letter. 'Oh well…' thought Frodo. 'Soon enough…'

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                Sam stormed off to his room, clenched the letter in his hands. How could Mr. Merry love Mr. Frodo? How was that possible? Why?

                He flung open the door and sat down hard on the bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands. That Brandybuck…How could he…Stupid Merry…

                'Why am I thinking these things?' Sam thought suddenly. 'Why am I this angry? I should be happy that someone loves Mr. Frodo. There's no reason not to love him. Why am I angry.

                Then, a small voice in the back of his head said to him, 'Because, maybe, Samwise Gamgee, you love Mr. Frodo.'

                A look of anxiety washed over his face and he flung himself backward on the bed, so his feet were on the floor but his back was on the bed. 'Samwise…you fool…'

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                It was nighttime. The stars were bright but the moon was not yet out. It was hard to see, and he was quite lost. Clutching the letter firmly in his hands, he walked only following the path and turned when he crashed into a bush or tripped on a rock.

                He shivered. It was cold, here in Rivendell, and he had forgotten to wear his cloak. Of course, he didn't think he'd be out here this long. He thought the moon would be out like it had been last time, and that he would have been able to find his way to beautiful Frodo's room.

                Of course, he thought wrong. He tripped over a rock and stumbled, but kept his balance. Now, where was that cursed path? He felt around with his feet and finally felt stone, so he walked forward and came to some stairs.

                Stairs! Like the ones in front of Frodo's lodging. He began climbing them and reached a door, which he quietly, quietly, quietly opened. He slipped in, then shuffled carefully, hands in front of him, until he felt a bed.

                When he did, he took the letter and placed it lightly on the bed. Peregrin Took sighed. It was done. Now, he just needed to find his way back.

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                Aragorn only thought it was a dream and nothing else: The sound of large hobbit feet shuffling across the floor, the feeling of a light paper placed on his side. It wasn't, however. But he would never know. Because he never got to actually read the letter. Someone got to it before he could. And that someone was Arwen Evenstar, the woman he held and kissed that very evening.

                And when she found it, she was not happy.

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A/N: Wow. Two pages this time. Did I do that last time? *shrug* I'm happy now that I have begun incorporating members other than hobbits. I mean, I love a hobbit-love-fest as much as the next Pervy Hobbit Fancier, but this is supposed to be like, UBER love triangley. Anyways. So now I have a lot of the plot all planned out, and it makes things easier. I'm going to write up to the point where I stopped planning, and then we'll see what happens. I might plan more, or I might start asking for suggestions. J Anyways. Review, please. I like them.   

Ranal Peredhil: ^_^ I'm so glad you like it! Love squares ARE amusing, but so are Love PENTAGONS!!! *giggles at this chapter* I'm having WAY too much fun with this. I'm scared the Ghost of Tolkien's going to slaughter me in my sleep…XD I hope you like this chapter!

FuschiaDoorsKick: Heh. Sorry I'm updating late tonight, it's just…damn disctractions. Ya know? Stupid Shamon. Oh, and the pad is finito. ^_^