He looked back out to the water when it seemed done - he had little else to say, and Frodo seemed satisfied with his answer.

If nothing else, Goldvale was a green and vibrant place. He enjoyed the city for its dreamlike beauty; but at times, this only seemed to lend credit to his misgivings. No place he knew had potential for this sort of beauty; this vibrant, colourful place of green things and golden sun-light held such a natural draw to Sam. He hadn't seen its like since he'd left the Shire, and while he found it soothing and welcoming, it made him suspicious. Its appeal to Sam seemed unreal and strange; it was homey and familiar enough to be welcoming, but new and exotic enough to keep his interest. It only fueled his more unwelcome suspicions of the nature of this place, and of his purpose in being here.

He looked back when Frodo apologized. "No harm." He replied calmly, "No harm and no trouble neither, sir."