Thank you so much for your info on how you like my story. I am trying my best to get things going here since...well...I barley have a computer and School sucks you know the whole thing. Yeah...well I have added 2 new chapters! Thanks Enjoy!

When nightfall came and Sam was on his way home Number 3 Bagshot Row, just below Bag end. Sam came tiredly into the house. There his father the Gaffer sat in his chair having a smoke.

"Well my dear boy how was work at the Cottons?" The Gaffer puffed on his pipe. Sam came and sat a crossed his father.

"It was alright Dad....you know the regular yard work, if you follow me." The Gaffer nodded at his youngest Son. The Gaffer nodded. Yes he knew about yard work. Sam was the only son that would do it with him.

"Oh Sam my boy, Mr. Frodo Baggins stopped by and wanted me to tell you that he wanted you to come by his house." Sam raised a tiered eyebrow.

"What for?" he said.

"He didn't say. None of my business." Sam sighed. Well he better be off down to Frodo's and Bilbo's place.

"I'll be back sometime tonight Dad..." Sam said and he was out the door. He went walking down the road to Bag End. He was thinking of Rosie the whole way he got to Bag End. Sam came up the stairs and he knocked on the door. There Bilbo Baggins answered the door.

"Oh hullo Sam, you must be looking for Frodo, come in, come in."

"Thank you Bilbo." Sam said politely. He came inside the house and waited for Frodo. He looked around the room. Rosie and I are going to have a nice little burrow like this someday. He thought to himself. Then Frodo came into the room and disturbed his day dreaming.

"Hullo Sam, are you ready to go to the inn?" Sam smiled.

"Yeah I guess so Mr. Frodo." Frodo turned around and looked at Bilbo.

"Well, I'll be back Bilbo."

"Alright my boy." Bilbo said.

"Bye Bilbo." Sam said and they were out the door and down the road.

"Mr. Frodo you won't believe what happened when you left The Cotton's place!" Sam was so excited to tell Frodo what happened.

"What Sam, tell me everything!" And off Sam was telling Frodo what happened.

At the Inn

Sam was sitting down on his third glass of ale when Frodo nudged him.

"See, she is lookin at you Sam!" Sam looked over his shoulder. There Rosie was cleaning dishes and she was smiling at him, but then she looked away fast. Sam looked back at Frodo.

"Na, she must be looking at that other hobbit over their." Sam took a big swig of his ale. Frodo started to laugh.

"I don't think so Sam. Come on get used to the fact that some lass likes you." And Frodo took a sip of his ale. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno Mr. Frodo..." and down the hatch it was for the ale. Frodo got up and went to Rosie.

"Hello Mr. Frodo." She said as she draped her dry cloth over her shoulder.

"Hullo Rosie, another ale please." He said.

"Anything for Mr. Samwise?" She asked as she looked over to see Sam's back to her.

"Nope, he is quite content with his full ale right now." Rosie's face dropped.

"Oh, alright...here you go." She poured him some more.

"Thank you." Frodo said.

"No problem Frodo." She said. Rosie sighed. Sam wouldn't come over to see her. She looked over to the right, there she saw Pearl being almost a whore in the inn. She was all over a Proudfoot. She sighed. She didn't want to be like that. She wanted to marry Samwise Gamgee and that was that. But would Sam ask her? Rosie felt that if he didn't ask her to marry him, some other hobbit was going to come in and her father was going to make her marry that hobbit. Her father was a very pick old hobbit that liked to make decisions for his daughters. Like her sister for example. She got married more a less then a year ago to a hobbit that she didn't even knew existed till her father made them get married. Her sister though, has never been happier. Rosie shook that thought out of her head. No don't worry about it Rosie old girl you'll get married....don't think about it...just don't... And the night wore on. Till it was time for the inn to close up. It was Rosie's duty to stand out side the door and say good night to all of the guests. She straighten out her hair and her long gray dress. There she saw Frodo and Sam coming out of the door.

"Night Miss. Rosie...." Sam said meekly.

"Night Mr. Samwise..." She said. And he and Frodo walked off. Sam staggered all the way home that night. When he landed at the house his mother, Bell Gamgee stood there. She was a plump hobbit and she had a stern face on.

"Samwise Gamgee....do you know how late it is?" She cried. Her hair was done up in her night beddings as well as she was draped in a night gown. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Mum, I know it's late, if Dad had a problem he wouldn't have let me leave..."

"You have some gardening to do because your other brothers don't want to take on the trade of being gardeners so you have to. Now staying out late and getting drunk is not the way I raised you Samwise Gamgee you are just like your father!" She yelled.

"Nite Mum..." Sam said as he walked down the dark hallway into his bedroom. Sam started to take off his shirt. What does she know about my life? He thinks to himself. He places it on his chair he climbs into bed. Oh Rosie I wish you could love me. And Samwise falls into a deep sleep....

Soooo....what do you think? Keep reading and tell me please!

Brit