Master of My Heart
It took a long trip to Buckland to make him notice how Sam had grown. Not just grown up—he had done that some time ago and right under Frodo’s nose as it were—but somehow, in the three long, lazy spring months that he had spent visiting cousins and distant and near relations, Sam had changed. He had filled out, had somehow come into his own so quietly and quickly that it quite took Frodo’s breath away when he noticed it. It was Sam himself who brought the change to his somewhat distracted attention, but in a way so quiet, so understated, so Sam, that Frodo could only laugh to himself about it later.