"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" The little voice piped like a whistle through the golden afternoon, and he looked up in time to see the bright-haired faunt running toward him, arms outstretched. He caught the lad in mid-leap, and found himself caged in small limbs, and his lips pressed in a warm kiss, loudly released. He smiled, dazed and a little taken
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