He notices that Samwise is uncomfortable with him.
...Which, very truthfully, stings quite a bit. While he could understand where and why Sam would be alarmed, he never thought that such an awkwardness would stick between them. The other hobbit seems very stiff and cautious with him, never talking unless he's addressed, and keeping a fair distance between them. Having such a brick wall thrust between them is quite bothersome, but never would he admit it. He knows that Samwise is disturbed, and he has every reason to be.
Frodo's disturbed himself, very honestly. There was very little relief in knowing that he and Sam had made it as far as Mordor- judging by Sam's condition when he first came, they were standing on their last legs. They have to have made new memories along the way, but were they good? Bad?
Question would start popping up into Frodo's head, distracting him from his new works as a Scholar. But there was always one that stuck out of his head the most: When would it end?
The Ring was such a weight...he would never say it to anyone, but he often wondered about the end. Whether it be from him throwing the Ring into the fiery lava below, or an end to his own life.
His thoughts returned to the present as Sam made his way to a tree, and he followed along, as always. They both sat in the cool shade...and wordlessly, he is handed an apple.
Frodo offers Samwise the best, most unbothered smile he could manage. "Thank you, Sam."
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...Which, very truthfully, stings quite a bit. While he could understand where and why Sam would be alarmed, he never thought that such an awkwardness would stick between them. The other hobbit seems very stiff and cautious with him, never talking unless he's addressed, and keeping a fair distance between them. Having such a brick wall thrust between them is quite bothersome, but never would he admit it. He knows that Samwise is disturbed, and he has every reason to be.
Frodo's disturbed himself, very honestly. There was very little relief in knowing that he and Sam had made it as far as Mordor- judging by Sam's condition when he first came, they were standing on their last legs. They have to have made new memories along the way, but were they good? Bad?
Question would start popping up into Frodo's head, distracting him from his new works as a Scholar. But there was always one that stuck out of his head the most: When would it end?
The Ring was such a weight...he would never say it to anyone, but he often wondered about the end. Whether it be from him throwing the Ring into the fiery lava below, or an end to his own life.
His thoughts returned to the present as Sam made his way to a tree, and he followed along, as always. They both sat in the cool shade...and wordlessly, he is handed an apple.
Frodo offers Samwise the best, most unbothered smile he could manage. "Thank you, Sam."