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Of Rest and Responsibility
Frodo looked around wearily as he lifted his head from the mounds of paperwork. He blinked to focus. There sat Sam, his gardener, sleeping peacefully in the corner; he had tried to help after Bilbo left, but he was more of a nuisance as much as Frodo hated to admit, breaking his concentration with, "Do you need anything, Mr. Frodo?" He dabbed the drool off his paperwork and began to work quickly, though it be two. Why, oh why, had he fallen asleep? The Sackville-Bagginses would soon be intruding, annoyingly seeking answers from the new Master Baggins of Bag End, Frodo.