Wow… I haven't updated this in forever! Well anyway, I've been in Phantom of the Opera writing mind-set. If you like Phantom, check out one of my other stories! So here you are, please R&R, No flames please. Thanks!

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"Mr. Frodo, please slow down!" Sam galloped his chubby pony up to Frodo's.

" You should have gotten a faster horse then, Sam."

Sam pouted slightly. " But Tumbleweed is m' old pal." He leaned over and patted the panting pony's furry neck. " What are we doin' today?"

Frodo's sparkling brown eyes took on a glint of mischievousness. " We're gonna go down to where the lasses are doing their laundry and see if we can cause some trouble"

Sam looked unsure. " But that wouldn't be verra' nice… plus we could get in trouble…"

The smaller hobbit rolled his eyes. " Come on, Sam! Live a little!" and with that he spurred his pony into a gallop, leaving his friend with no choice but to follow.

Once they reached the small stream, they looked to see a few girls wading ankle-deep in the sparkling water, lifting up their skirts and chatting happily as they did their chores.

" Follow me" Frodo mouthed and Sam nodded. Frodo and Sam steered their ponies into the water, causing it to spray into the girl's faces.

" Hey, That wasn't nice!" the girls shouted and sputtered. One of them looked Sam straight in the eye, scowl on her face.

" You… you… ninny hammer!" she shouted at him. He paled and stuttered.

" I… I… I'm sorry…"

" No he's not!" Frodo laughed. " Come on, Rosie, don't get your skirts in a wad!"

The red head gasped, a deep red blush accompanying her freckles. She turned and began storming out of the water when Sam fell into the water, attempting to dismount the pony. He sputtered for air, blonde curls falling into his eyes. Rosie helped him up, slipping and falling after him in the process. They looked at each other a moment but then broke out into giggles.

" I'm Rosie Cotton." She batted her blue eyes at him.

" I'm Sam. Samwise Gamgee." He blushed and they both giggled again, obviously prank forgotten. Frodo watched in slight contempt, having a horrible feeling he was going to have to start sharing Sam. He hung his head and rode off, unnoticed by his best friend.

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