[A rather large gleam of gold has caught his eye, and Frodo's eyes grow impossibly wide when he turns to look at the source.

It can't be anything but a real, live dragon, though certainly a good deal smaller than the dragons in the stories, and judging how close the vender is to it, perhaps a good sight better mannered.

Frodo can't help it. He has to have a better look. The hobbit slips through the crowd, and past what Sam would have called a comfortable distance. ]