The three of us walked on, reaching the borders of the Shire about the afternoon.   Sam stopping when we reached the edge of a cornfield filled with cornstalks high above my head.

( And I was way taller then the Hobbits to whom it must have seemed like a mini jungle or forest to.) "What's wrong Sam?" I ask him kindly after he'd stood there for a moment or two.

"It's just that if I take another step that'd be the farthest I've been away from home"... Samwise replied softly. Still standing there.

Frodo turned around with a gentle smile, walking towards his friend's side. "Come on Sam," He said kindly as the three of us begin walking again. "It's just like Bilbo used to say." He began.

"It's a dangerous business Frodo, going out your door. You step on the road and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

I smile, thinking how lucky Frodo and Sam are to have each other as good friends. For they indeed were. Making me think fondly of my own group of friends back home.  Wishing they were here with a soft, quiet sigh to myself.

After awhile Frodo walked a little bit ahead of us, Samwise and I taking our time as we trekked though the many rows of corn.

The two of us not noticing that was did. Making Sam panic when he realized his friend was no longer there. "Frodo!" He shouted thrice over, his eyes searching for the missing Hobbit that was out of out eyesight.

I went a little ahead only to meet Frodo who was quickly making his way back to us.

Sam wore a look of relief on his face once Frodo joined us once more. "I thought I lost you." He says as Frodo wore a slight quizzical look on his own. "It's just something Mr. Gandalf said: "Don't you lose him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to."

Frodo smiles, grateful that his friend cared about him. As we stood there for a moment a rustling of the leaves on the cornstalks were heard close by and out ran two hobbits swiftly . Running into the three of us and knocking Sam and Frodo down.

"Hey look Merry," Pippin says happily as he got off of Frodo. "It's Frodo Baggins."

"Hello Frodo." Merry says with a smile. Picking himself off the ground. "Trust a Brandybuck and a Took." Sam mumbled. Getting up to help Frodo.

"What are you two doing out here?" I ask curiously with a smile. Knowing most likely they'd had gotten into some sort of trouble.

"You've gotten into Farmer Maggots crops!" Sam exclaimed. Hearing an angry voice in the distance and seeing the stolen goods in Merry's arms.

I glanced up to see a scythe raised high in the air, marching straight towards us as Merry forces the crops he stole into Sam's arms and we began to run.

Not from wraiths this time, but an angry farmer. Whose crops two hobbits had stolen out of mischievous fun.