Icing a cake, in Frodo’s clever hands, became an art form! In a trice the rim of the cake would be encircled by a perfectly formed ring of rosettes, and then a winter rose, its creamy petals delicately blushing coral at the tips, would bloom in the center. Finally a spray of leaves would encircle the sides, complete with sugary thorns and buds that looked as if they’d open at any moment.
Watching him, Sam’s eyes would grow larger and rounder with admiration and awe.
Bilbo smiled. “My blessed lad, when it comes to beauty, you have the perfect eye!”