‘Is in your hands.’ Bilbo faced Rory’s wrathful expression, and smiled. ‘You don’t understand, Rory. Frodo is coming with me, today. I won’t leave him another day here with Sara and Esmie. Whether there is any scandal attached to this is for you to control, and you can keep it to a minimum by approving of Frodo coming with me. You can help even more by telling your sot of a son and his dwarven-hearted wife to keep their slander to themselves. They are the source of most of the rumors about Frodo, Rory, and they are the ones who have spoken foully and evilly about me to the lad.’