Without realizing it, Frodo's had started to reach for what lay around his neck. There was that feeling, that he ought to hide, and quickly, before whatever these things were saw him. It was only when the sound of another hobbit hurrying up behind him that the motion stopped. Frodo couldn't hide the relief. Sam! The tween hurried to meet the other hobbit.

"I wanted to get a better look," Frodo tried to explain. Then he had found himself frozen in place, though this last was something he preferred Sam not know about. Pippin had said he thought he could be very brave, and it didn't seem brave at all to freeze on the spot. He hurriedly tried to change the subject. "Why do you call me Master Frodo?"