Bilbo set down his glass and rose to pace, unable to stay calm. ‘Rory, last night, do you know what Frodo asked me? He wanted to know if I was going to take him away from you and Gilda so that I could lie with him. How does a child know to ask such things? That is the wickedness that those two have poured into his ears. Who knows but that what they said might have encouraged him in his own mischief, or made him loath to speak to you, for fear you would think him as horrible a creature as his unnatural Uncle Bilbo!’ He clenched his teeth to keep from saying more, spilling all of it out. Why shouldn’t Frodo have believed those stories? Why would he not think that I would use him as Sara did? Bilbo fancied he could feel Sting’s hilt in his hand.