Games
" Mr. Frodo? Mr. Frodo?!" Frodo heard his new friend tramping through the underbrush towards his hiding spot. Frodo rolled his eyes and laughed.
" Sam, I don't believe you understand the concept of hide-and-go-seek. You are supposed to find me, not call me to the point of surrender."
Sam blushed. " I, I'm sorry Mr. Frodo. I've never played games 'till now."
Frodo gasped. " Never?! But Why?"
Sam stuttered, obviously embarrassed. " I, I, I've never had any friends to play them with except for Ted Sandyman, but he ain't much of a friend. I'd always play on my own." He looked at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
Frodo looked with disbelieve at him. " Well, I'm your friend now, so I'll teach you all the games I know."
Sam's green eyes lit up. "Thank you, Mr. Frodo! It means so much to me!" Frodo looked at his friend. Sam was larger than Frodo, but not to the point of being fat. His skin looked that of a worker, but shy green eyes sowed his youth. A head of unruly, curly, dirty-blonde hair also added a look of childlike-ness to him. Frodo could tell he would grow up to be handsome in his own way someday.
"Alright then, let's try…. broom-ball!" Frodo said, heading toward Bag End.
" Beggin' your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but what's broom ball?" Sam asked, trying to catch up to him.
" Each player takes a broom, and a ball, and they try to get the ball in each other's goal with the broom. Alright?"
Sam nodded. "Oh, alright. Let's do this!"
The next day, Frodo and Sam waded their feet it Bag Creek. The day before, Frodo had taught Sam just about every game he knew.
" Mr. Frodo, I'm downright exhausted from yesterday." said Sam. " All those games where tiring'. You either had to run or jump and lots o' other things." Sam leaned back and looked at the trees.
" Did you enjoy learning them?" Frodo asked, starting to worry.
Sam smiled wide. "more than anything."