Samwise adored you. Ever since he entered Rivendell he thought you were the finest elf. After the council of Elrond, Legolas and Gimli decided to join Frodo's company. To Sam's surprise, you joined as well. And he was absolutely ecstatic about that.

On the journey, Frodo noticed that Sam was always trying to spend time with you. He always stood by your side, helped you with luggage, gave you bigger portions of food, and just treated you like overall royalty. There was some obvious favoritism happening...

Currently, the company is setting up for rest. You sit by the fire, warming your legs and fixing your hair. Samwise stares at you while he's unpacking his pans and pots. You were his absolute favorite elf.

Eventually Sam shyly waddles over and sits next to you. He didn't speak at first, debating on his words.

"Beautiful fire...right? It reminds me of you. Because you're hot." He gasped softly at that. Covering his mouth as his eyes widen

"That's...not what I meant- obviously I meant- like...hot...as in... sweating...oh I'm making a fool of myself now aren't I....I'm becoming a Took!..."

Sam covered his face shyly, he had just embarrassed himself in front of you. His favorite elf. The only elf that gave him the time of day.