Making himself a nice seat next to the fireplace with a platter of tea and crumpets next to him (yes, crumpets,), Sam steadily opened the little black book to the second page and began to read.
(Frodo didn't date his pages, so it was kind of hard to figure out)
"Hello, my name is Frodo Baggins. I live with my uncle, Bilbo Baggins, in our home, Bag End. It's pretty big for a hobbit-hole, I think even Mum and Pa could've lived happily hear with us…but they're dead. They drowned. Today I…"and on and on it went. It got rather dull, and I won't bore you with the details. But one name reappeared often enough to keep Sam interested- "Rosaline".
He recognized Frodo and Bilbo's birthday party from Frodo's entry. He had sounded like he'd had a good time, until Sam came to:
"She wouldn't dance with me. It was my birthday, and she wouldn't dance with me. I asked her repeatedly…I even BRIBED her…but she wouldn't. She'd flirt…and leave. Flirt and leave. That's her routine. But I love her. Curse that Rosaline!"
Well, Sam dropped the crumpet he was holding in his hand and stared at the old, yellowing page in shock. He had hit GOLD!! Solid GOLD!!! He had never expected to get THIS far in the first search!
But one glance out the window showed him that he should have been home HOURS ago. The sun was up and shining DIRECTLY DOWN ON HIM!!
Muttering the oath again, Sam grabbed one last crumpet, dowsed the fire, grabbed the black book, and charged from the house with the crumpet dangling from his mouth.
He managed to slip inside his house with one last swallow, but he slammed the door. Smooth, Sam. So much for being conspicuous.
Almost instantly Rosie was by his side. She shoved a broom into his hands and hissed,
"SWEEP!" before marching off in the direction of Baby Elanor's screams.
Uh-oh
A/N: Hey u people who actually READ these author notes just wanted to say thank you for reading. I'm not really feeling myself today…I have a bad experience at a fair and, though the FAIR was fun, the "thing" ruined my whole day. And to make a long story short, I'm feeling downright MISERABLE. Thank you for your support, readers.