"Mister Frodo? Supper is almost done." Sam told Frodo.

"Alright, Sam, I will be along in a moment." Frodo told Sam.

As Sam started to turn he thought he saw a look of love in Frodo's eyes directed at him.

'Sam had seen more than admiration in my eyes,' Frodo thought as he quickly turned his eyes away from Sam. He had noticed Sam blushed as he saw the look of love.

As Frodo looked around the study, he couldn't help think what would happen when he finished the Red Book. He would be traveling over the sea to the west, he had reached this decision some time ago. Sam knew that he was writing his story when he got up, what Sam didn't know is that he wouldn't write while being in the study, or if he did it was not about the fellowship but of another adventure that he would like to have without even leaving the Shire.

He didn't want to work on the Red Book until Sam knew how he felt but he was unsure on how Sam felt towards him. He decided to wait until he had some indication of how Sam felt. He felt that he had gotten some indication when Sam had blushed. He decided to take it slow with mentions of some relationships and maybe venturing in to the bedroom under the pretense of reading and teaching Elvish to Sam.

Sam walked back to the kitchen and put the finishing touches on the meal. Frodo walked in as Sam was putting items on the table.

"Sam, you made mushrooms!" Frodo exclaimed.

"Of Course, I know that they are your favorite, Sir." Sam replied.

And with that Frodo smiled just as Sam predicted. Sam knew almost every thing about him.

"Thank you, Sam, for the mushrooms." Frodo graciously said.

"No, no problem at all, Sir." Sam said.

"You are such a good friend to me." Frodo said, then asked innocently, "Sam, have you

found someone that you would like to settle down with yet?".

"I haven't yet, Mister Frodo."