He poured Primula another cup of tea and passed a glance at the children. Samwise, not yet three years old, was sitting docile on the floor with his four wooden blocks. His hair was a golden wheat. He also had big hazel brown eyes which made him quite a beautiful and precious child to look upon.

The Gaffer and Bell had decided to spend the day having a quiet picnic for two. The other Gamgee children were old enough to be left on their own, but not Samwise. The Gaffer had asked Bilbo if he could watch the child for a few hours. A job, Bilbo was more than happy to take on.

It was not even an hour after the Gamgees had left that another visitor arrived at his doorstep: Primula and her only child Frodo, who was now five years old.

Every once and, in awhile, young Samwise would cast a suspicious glance at the older child sitting just a few feet away from him. Bilbo turned his gaze to Frodo to see that the five year old child, with dark chocolate hair and robin's-egg blue eyes, had put down his picture book and was eyeing young Sam back. Eyeing him as a Hawk would eye its prey.

A moment later, Sam’s shrill scream filled the room. Primula and Bilbo both turned in horror to see Frodo had one hand tightly gripped around Sam’s hair and the other on the back of his shirt.

As Sam’s scream continued, Frodo screamed even louder, “Mine! MINE! You're mine!”

At once, Bilbo and Primula pulled Frodo away from the younger child. Frodo’s mother quickly slapped Frodo’s bottom in her anger. All screams and shouts came to a sudden stop.

Sam’s eyes widened and then he went back to playing with his blocks, as if nothing had occurred. Frodo, however, stared in horror at his mother with tears filling his eyes. The tears that usually spared him from any punishment did not work this time. His mother continued to glare down at him. This was inexcusable.

“Frodo Baggins! What do you think you are doing? You could have hurt Samwise! He is just a baby, you should know better.”

Frodo only frowned deeper and pointed at Sam while stomping his foot. “MINE! Samwise mine!”

Primula only glared, prepared to give her young son a spanking he would not soon forget. This behavior was out of the ordinary. Usually her son was docile and kind to everyone. What had gotten into him?

Hoping to defuse the situation, Bilbo cleared his throat and pulled Frodo into his lap. “Now, Frodo, my lad. I know you have taken to liking Samwise. But he is not your property nor is he yours! He can be your friend and playmate but not property. He is a little hobbit child and my gardener's youngest son. Do you understand?”

Frodo only put his arms around his waist and shook his head firmly to everyone in the room. “Samwise is mine!”

***

Frodo twirled the lasses in circles and continued to moved in time with the music. Singing and laughing, he was having a blast at his coming of age party. He could see Bilbo next to the Gaffer’s home brew, enjoying the evening as well.

Gandalf was just a few feet away also enjoying the festivities. Everyone was having fun tonight.

‘Now, where was Sam?’

Frodo was just swinging Rosie Cotton around in a circle, while looking around for Sam, when he felt a hand connect with his bottom.

His smile faded and he turned to see two hazel brown eyes and smiling lips looking on at him. Before Frodo could speak, he heard Samwise Gamgee yell out, “MINE!”

Placing both his arms around Samwise’s neck, Frodo nodded and with a giggle in his throat, Frodo kissed Sam square on the lips. “Most certainly, yours, Samwise Gamgee. Yours!”

The end.