𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐞𝐞———

⠀ “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘰, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦?” ⠀

Knowing the two hobbits… that doesn’t sound like it would end well…

I'm making a mental note to keep Pippin and Merry away from your nephews, unless we want something catastrophic to happen.

Mister Oakenshield, don’t be too hard on them. They don’t mean nothin by it…. Most times.

Peregrin Took.......

I think it's about proper time that I make some tea, because I think things are about to go down.

(HE WHAT?) Please tell me you were at least staying out of farmer maggot's crops!

What have you been up to?

“He’s got ulterior motives, I just know it.” And nothing was going to change Sam’s stance on that. “He’s going to lead us into a trap… I just feel it.”

“I don’t trust him, mister Frodo. He can’t be trusted.” Even from the beginning Sam didn’t trust Gollum. There was just something so unnerving about that no one seemed to see.

Sighing he walked over, sat down and leaned his head into Frodo’s chest. “It’s like dealing with a feral cat.”

“Screaming, throwing fish. You know, the usual things that creature does…”

Yes???

“Mister Frodo, I haven’t had anything to do with him! He’s just out there causing a ruckus for nothing!”

“It’s that creature. Gollum, he’s hollering…”

“Mister Frodo!”

“Of course, miss Rosie, of course. My garden? Oh— it’s still trying to shake off the winter’s cold, so nothing’s come up— not unless you count my tulips starting to bud. Do you still have that blackberry ale?”

He uh… He thinks he uh… left the kettle boiling——

⠀ “𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮… 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘨𝘦𝘦.” ⠀

Why does it feel like he’s in trouble?