Bilbo surreptitiously studied his boy. There were dark circles under Frodo’s eyes, and his eyelids were rather puffy from the crying. But his appetite was good. Frodo demolished the food on the plate, while Maddie beamed, and was asking for more as he popped the final bite in his mouth. Another plate was in front of him before he had swallowed that bite. If he were upset, he wouldn’t be eating so well, Bilbo reassured himself. A small voice had woken with him that morning, saying that it was all going to fall apart, that Frodo would reconsider, that he would look upon the spider and be drawn back into her web. Bilbo knew he must not underestimate the spider’s hold on his lad.