"Master Gamgee," repeated Sam with a smile. "I rather like that. Only you elves seem to want to call me that." Sam walked the path from the outskirts of the Shire to his own home, indicating with a small wave as they passed by Bag End and Bilbo's home that he shared with Mr. Frodo.
"Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo live there," commented Sam, smiling a bit as he remembered the infamous night when he'd been roped into helping with the whole adventure. "I'd been eavesdroppin', you see, when Mr. Gandalf came into Mr. Frodo's house just after Mr. Bilbo disappeared from his own birthday. And Mr. Gandalf thought maybe it'd be a good idea if Mr. Frodo had someone to help him along the way, someone who would make sure he'd make it to Rivendell. Plus, Mr. Gandalf knew I'd always wanted to see the elves." Those were good memories, but they hadn't quite happened, yet.
At Legolas' wisdom, Sam glanced over at his companion with a curious look on his features. "Yes, he did, until that wretch tried to kill Mr. Frodo. I thought Mr. Frodo had died, you see, when that wretched thing led us to the spider's lair. He wanted to kill us both just to get to the Ring." Sam and Frodo had stumbled a bit on their own through Mordor, and if it had been up to Sam, they'd never have let Gollum travel with them. "Well, here we are!"
Sam pushed open the door to the house under the hill. "Da?" he hollered, wondering if the Gaffer was home or not. Given that it was the middle of the afternoon, there were good chances that he wasn't. "Da! We have a guest!" Still with no answer, Sam shrugged, then motioned Legolas inward. "It's a bit short, I'm afraid. We hobbits don't need anything too large, you see, unless it's our food. It's about tea time anyway, now, and in a short while we can help ourselves to dinner." Sam bustled about the kitchen easily, taking the hobbit-sized teapot and going about preparing the tea.