Rosie Cotton sat at the edge of the Ring and sighed. "I wish I could dance like that," she said, her eyes on the dancers spinning and twirling in the ring.
Sam Gamgee shook his head. "Not me. Dancing's for girls."
Rosie put her hands on her hips. "Is not," she declared. "Look, there's Mr. Frodo," she said, and pointed.
Sam followed her finger and saw Frodo laughing, twirl among the others. "Oh," he scratched his head and frowned. "Well, maybe I will learn to dance then."
Rosie stuck out her tongue. "Not before me."
Sam sniffs and turned away. "Will so," he muttered, and beside him, Rosie stiffled a giggle.
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