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Title: Blue Eyes
I was seven years old when I first saw fury in those eyes, directed at one who had dared to hurt me. The offender dealt with, Frodo turned my way. “My brave Merry,” Frodo said, and my heart swelled with pride.
I suppose I weren’t much past being a faunt the first time I seen them blue eyes. Mr. Frodo was just a lad--maybe the same age as my older brother Halfred, as it seemed. He was sitting there on the back step at Bag End, a faraway look in them eyes. He didn’t see me there at first, staring at him. Then he saw me and smiled, though his eyes was still sad.
“Hullo. And who are you?”
I took my finger out of my mouth. “I’m Sammy,” I says.
“Frodo Baggins at your service, Sammy. Shall we be friends?”
If you talk to Merry or Sam, they’ll talk about the sorrow in Frodo’s blue eyes. I know-- it’s often enough I’ve seen it myself.
But there’s something else in those eyes--something Tookish, for all they are blue rather than green. Something I recognize; I see it in the mirror. Merry may be half Took, but his eyes are Brandybuck through and through. But Frodo’s eyes have that curiosity that makes Tooks want to know what lies around the corner: a new road or secret gate. Merry fears Frodo leaving the Shire one day. I look forward to joining him.
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