‘He comes in fountains, that one, I’ll wager.’
The Elf lasses gestured and giggled; Sam blushed, ducking lower in the water. True, he was better endowed than most, with naught to be ashamed of even here in Rivendell. But to have it pointed out in the baths, especially with Mr. Frodo sitting near, hearing every word… His ear-tips burned.
‘They mean it as a compliment,’ Frodo whispered. ‘Don’t be embarrassed.’
‘But sir…’ His voice faltered beneath Frodo’s heated blue gaze.
‘Shall we put it to the test tonight?’
Seemed his master was his old self again.
‘Aye,’ Sam whispered back.