A/N: A drabble about Frodo, Sam, and Rosie. Dedicated to my brother. Jake and Maddie sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! I love you guys!


It has always been this way. Sam watches Rosie from a distance, never able to speak to her.

"I can't."

Frodo rolls his eyes, for to him, it is blatantly obvious. Rosie likes Sam.

Even at such a young age, she is quite the pretty thing, and Frodo knows that she will grow up to be beautiful. Sam will grow up to deserve her, if she stays the decent lass she is. One never can tell with pretty lasses. They're tricky sometimes.

"I don't understand it," Frodo says. "He likes her and she likes him. Everybody knows it! Except them!"