I don't hold much truck with gossip. Try not to hear it in the first place, if you follow me.
[The words are stubborn, Sam's arms all but crossed over his chest. He had heard it nonetheless, of course. There were plenty of rumors about Frodo, as there had been about Bilbo before him, but Sam was decent enough to ignore them, and make up his own mind about his employer.
At the moment, though, he can't help but wish that Frodo were a bit more proper and mindful of such things. It always sounds so simple when his Gaffer explains things, the dos and don'ts, but it's all muddled up in his head now. It's Frodo who's offering to share, after all, and there's no one else around, no Sackville-Bagginses or anyone else to spot them and bring the news back to Hobbiton that Halfast Gamgee's youngest son was aspiring above his station. It wouldn't hurt anyone, and it's the best way to keep warm.
Sam fidgets again, more uncertain than ever, swallowing hard at the hand on his shoulder. Friend - what had he done, to deserve such fine words from Frodo?]
Mr. Frodo...
[He's pleading now, soft and gentle, bowled over by his kind words and the inescapable practicality of his suggestion alike.]
no subject
[The words are stubborn, Sam's arms all but crossed over his chest. He had heard it nonetheless, of course. There were plenty of rumors about Frodo, as there had been about Bilbo before him, but Sam was decent enough to ignore them, and make up his own mind about his employer.
At the moment, though, he can't help but wish that Frodo were a bit more proper and mindful of such things. It always sounds so simple when his Gaffer explains things, the dos and don'ts, but it's all muddled up in his head now. It's Frodo who's offering to share, after all, and there's no one else around, no Sackville-Bagginses or anyone else to spot them and bring the news back to Hobbiton that Halfast Gamgee's youngest son was aspiring above his station. It wouldn't hurt anyone, and it's the best way to keep warm.
Sam fidgets again, more uncertain than ever, swallowing hard at the hand on his shoulder. Friend - what had he done, to deserve such fine words from Frodo?]
Mr. Frodo...
[He's pleading now, soft and gentle, bowled over by his kind words and the inescapable practicality of his suggestion alike.]