Sam's shoulders ease, with a bit of a chuckle. "Wardening. Been making my old Gaffer's tea since I can remember, though my Rosie says it's a wonder I haven't starved him. But where I'm from, the only wardens I know of is those elves in Lórien, who keep folk out of their wood. Though maybe it's not so different, since they're the ones who know all the paths and where's safe and all. Guides, to folks as need it."