Well here I go again with Chapter 4! WHOOHOOO! Please read and tell me what you think. Enjoy!

September 22ed

Today was Bilbo's and Frodo's birthday. All the hobbits in the Shire have been setting up for the big party for over a week. Bilbo was going to be 111 years old. That is a right old age for a hobbit. And he didn't look a day over 55 which was a nice saying. Sam knew that Rosie was going to be there. But he had to be busy at Bilbo and Frodo's today. Frodo was going to be out and about all day till the party anyways. He walked down the road to Bag End. Hoping that he would see Rosie but unfortunately he did not. Sam just sighed and he went out back of the house of Bag End and began his work till the party.

As the day grew on, Rosie was getting excited to see Sam at the big birthday party. She heard rumors that Gandalf the Gray Wizard was coming back into town after so many years to see Bilbo. She remembered when she was a little girl that when he came he always had fireworks and what knots up his sleeve. He was a wizard mind you. This was going to be a good celebration anyways at least. And she knew it.

Frodo sat up against a tree. He looked up at the sky. Where is he? He thought to himself. Then to Frodo's ears he heard a horse and a cart being pulled. Frodo slipped his book into his pocket and he ran up to the road. There he heard an old formilure voice singing.

"You're late." Frodo said as he folded his arms to look down at this old man. The old man smiled underneath his long gray pointed hat.

"A wizard is never late Frodo Baggins, and they are never early, they arrive precisely when they mean to..." Frodo put a smile on his face then he couldn't hold it in any longer and he began to laugh.

"OH Gandalf it is so wonderful to see you again!" he cried. And he had jumped into the old wizards arms. Gandalf smiled. Same to you old boy...lets just see how well Bilbo takes it... When Gandalf makes it to Bilbo's Sam is just getting done with the hedges. He hears all this commotions inside the house and Sam is afraid that old Bilbo has hurt himself. But when he peaks inside the house, he sees Gandalf. He smiles. This is going to be a great night alright. That wizard has a thing or two up his sleeve. And Sam thought that he should just get on home and get washed up for the big night. He left Bag End with out looking back and he just went straight home. When he had gotten there his mother was hanging up the wash. He didn't want to stop to talk to her so he snuck in and he quickly took a bath. When he was done Sam slipped out of the house again and he walked down to the Inn, but to his luck Rosie was not there. He just settled down into a nice corner and had a nice smoke from his pipe until Frodo came and found him and that's when the party really began...

Music and food and drink all around. Every hobbit in the Shire and from all over the place, Buckland you name it they where there for Bilbo Baggin's birthday. Frodo was up dancing and he left poor Sam all by himself drinking his ale. He looked behind his shoulder to see Rosie dancing near him. He liked that blue dress that she was wearing that night. It brought out the color of her eyes. Her smile was big and her eyes twinkled as she came near him. She loved to dance. Come on Samwise come and dance with me! She thought. Frodo had enough to dance and he needed a drink. So he came back towards Sam. He sat down. He saw the glum look on poor old Sam's face.

"Come on Sam, ask Rosie for a dance." He said. Sam looked at Frodo. He started to get up.

"I'll think I'll get another Ale..." He said as he stood up.

"Oh no you don't!" Frodo had had enough of Sam's sulky look, grabbed him by the shoulders and he trusted him out into the dancing crowed and right towards Rosie. She grabbed him and they started to dance. Frodo began to laugh. He had never seen Sam's face turn that color in his life. He began to laugh. Sam looked into Rosie's eyes. She was smiling so much. He couldn't find any words to say to her at that moment. He just hoped that they would dance and dance and dance all night. When the music stopped Rosie stopped and she clapped.

"Oh you are a wonderful dancer Sam!" She said. Sam blushed.

"Thank you...you too..." he said.

"Come with me to get a drink." She said. She took him by the hand and led him through the crowed. They came to a table where they were serving drinks. Sam looked around. She grabbed two cups full of ale. "There you go..." she said. Sam looked down.

"Oh, thank you." He said. She took a sip and Sam quickly drank from his. Rosie brought her cup down and she looked at Sam.

"So are you enjoying yourself Sam?" she asked. Sam was in a daze for a moment.

"Oh, ah, yes I am...and you Miss. Rosie?" he said.

"Wonderful." She drank again. Sam was so shy. It was so cute. She knew how to fix him up. "Would you like to dance again?" Rosie asked as she placed a hand on his arm. Sam looked down at her hand. Then up at her.

"Ahh...Sure...I would like too..." he said. Rosie smiled. She was so happy. She set her glass down and she took his hand. Sam quickly set his ale down and he was dragged back out to the music. Rosie took his hand and he automatically placed his other hand on her him. They began to spin around and around, moving like one. Sam was getting the hang of dancing. He liked it a lot. When the music stopped they looked at each other. Rosie held his hand. She was ignoring everyone that was around them. She thought that Sam was doing the same thing. Then Sam looked up and he saw this red fire ball thing that looked like a dragon coming towards them, everyone was fleeing and ducking.

"ROSIE DUCK!" He said Rosie didn't have time to look behind her Sam had grabbed her and pushed her down, she felt this gust of wind over her head. Sam was protecting her from what ever it was. She noticed that it was a dragon. She smiled. Then the dragon exploded into many fire works. She smiled again. Sam helped her up.

"Thank you Sam..." she said. Sam was holding on to her waist.

"No problem..." he said. He blushed. Rosie took a hand and placed it on his cheek. She smiled. He was such a sweet and kind hobbit...she really did like him so.

"ROSE!" It was her father calling her. She took her hand away from Sam's face. He was almost resting his head in her hand, but when she moved it he looked up. With her father was this other hobbit. A Sackville-Baggins. Not a very welcomed people in the Shire...just not from Bilbo at least.

"Rose my girl, I want you to meet Saradore Sackville-Baggins..." he was a good looking hobbit.

"Nice to meet such a fine looking lass..." he took her hand and he kissed it. Rosie started to blush.

"Well thank you Mr. Saradore..." Rosie was kind to all hobbits. Sam had this look of jealousy on his face. The way this Saradore Sackville-Baggins touched her hand, he didn't like it. He didn't want anyone to have Rosie Cotton.

"Oh Saradore this is Samwise Gamgee, he is a gardener." Tom Cotton said. Saradore stuck out his hand towards Sam. Sam looked down upon him for a second. Then he stuck out his hand. This Saradore was strong. He gripped Sam's hand tight. Sam looked at him funny.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Gamgee."

"Same to you Mr. Saradore." Sam looked at Rosie. She was just smiling away. Music came on. Saradore looked at Rosie.

"Would you like to dance Miss. Rosie?" He asked. Rosie looked at Sam. He just smiled.

"Oh, alright." She said. "Just a dance." Her father just smiled away. When they left Sam was standing alone with Mr. Cotton. Sam sighed.

"Now that's a fine looking boy to marry my Rosie." Tom said. Sam looked at him. He was speechless. How could he say that? He thought. "What do you think?" Tom asked Sam. Sam was raving mad that was what.

"Do you know what I think Mr. Cotton..." Sam began. Tom turned to look at Sam.

"Yeah I would love to know what you think of Saradore for Rosie." Sam stuck up his finger. Tom raised an eyebrow.

"I think he is a good lad...." Sam said and he put his head down.

"I thought so...I always seem to find the best suits for my daughters." Tom started to chuckle. I don't think so Mr. Cotton... Sam thought. He walked off. He walked himself to get more ale....he didn't want to remember this night.

When Sam got home, all he remembered was he heard that Bilbo really took off for good and Frodo had the house all to himself. Now he was his own master, and Sam was going to be loyal to him. But for right now, Sam was too drunk to want to think. He just came in through the door and went straight into bed. No washing up or nothing. He would do it in the morning before he would take off to Frodo's place. He missed his Rosie. He thought that night he had lost her....

:-O What is Rosie going to do? Is Rosie really going to fall for that....that...thing called Saradore? (duh I added him....) Review for me please I need to know if I should keep going with this or not! Thanks so much!

Brit