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Character(s): Sam
Summary: Sam had never doubted or feared Frodo, but at the Cracks of Doom, he may have to begin to…
Sam had never doubted his master. Everything that Frodo did or said was just and right in the gardener's eyes. He did not always agree with what his master
decided, such as keeping Gollum with them, but he always followed. In Sam's eyes, there was no better person, be they Man, Hobbit, Elf, Dwarf, or Wizard, than
his beloved master.
But looking at Frodo now, hesitating to throw the cursed Ring into the fires of Mount Doom, he couldn't stop the shred of doubt from creeping into his heart.
He had always believed Frodo would resist the Ring's temptations to the end. He knew from first-hand experience how tempting Its murmurings were, but Frodo
was stronger than that, Frodo was stronger than him and even he had resisted It.
Sam had never doubted his master, nor had he ever feared him.
"The Ring is mine!"
But looking at Frodo now, with that crazed light in his eyes and wicked smile, Sam truly and deeply doubted and feared his master.
Then something struck him sharply in the back of the head and he fell senseless to the ground.