Thanks so much for all the reviews! Sorry it took me so long! I would have had this up sooner, but I got banned.
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"Mister Frodo!" the dim cry grew louder as he went forward.
"Sam! Where are you?" Frodo cried.
"Across the river!" the faint call came back to him.
Frodo continued forward, and came to the river. It was nearly frozen, and though he was lighter then most hobbits, he did not trust his weight upon it. But as he looked around, he knew there was no other way.
"Sam, are you still there?!" he yelled over the bank.
He thought he saw a dark shape shift in the shadows near the river.
"Hurry, Mister Frodo," the voice whimpered.
"I am coming, Sam, just hold one!" Frodo yelled.
He put one foot carefully onto the ice then the other. The ice groaned slightly, but held his weight. He walked forward slowly, listening carefully. Finally he made it to the other side and quickly made his way to the where he had seen the shape. He then saw a mop of curly blonde hair, and a brown coated shivering form, and knew he had found him. He knelt beside him and turned him over. He noted with ill ease that Sam's lips were a tinge of blue, and his face was pale.
"I knew you would come," Sam breathed slightly, unfocused brown eyes trying to gaze up at him.
"I'll get you back to Bag-End, Sam, and then we'll get warmed up and you can tell me everything," Frodo said softly, gathering the much smaller hobbit up into his arms.
Sam instinctively curled close to his chest, seeking what warmth he could. Frodo held him tightly and started back toward the river. He cautiously started across, when nearly to the opposite side, he heard a crack. He looked down in dismay to find the ice breaking underneath him. He knew he couldn't make it across in time, so he tossed Sam to the other side and then the ice broke from under him, sending him into the icy cold depths.
Sam landed on the other side with a grunt, and then came to himself. He pulled his stiff form out of his curl and looked toward the river, where he could see Frodo trying to pull himself from the water.
"Mister Frodo!" he called in dismay, ready to go out onto the ice to help pull the other out.
"Don't, Sam!" Frodo cried, while finally pulling himself out.
The cold stung at him, pulled and ripped at him, but he finally made it out of the water and onto dry land. Sam hovered worriedly near him.
"Are you all right, Mister Frodo?" Sam asked softly.
Frodo could feel the cold seeping into his flesh, but he did not wish to worry Sam.
"I am fine, Sam. We need to get home. Can you walk?" he asked as he struggled to his feet.
"I'll try," Sam said, and also tried to pull himself to his feet, but found himself too weak.
"I'll carry you, Sam, do not worry about it," Frodo said softly, and picked Sam up into his arms.
"I can walk, Mister Frodo," Sam protested.
"Nay, you cannot, and we need to get back quickly. Do not worry for it, Sam," Frodo repeated, then he started off into the woods, trying to ignore the cold creeping into his bones.
Concerning actor fics, including my own which were deleted or changed, such as "In All Times, Friends Stay the Same. Either email me or go to this link.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LOTR_Actor_Fics/
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Mister Frodo!" the dim cry grew louder as he went forward.
"Sam! Where are you?" Frodo cried.
"Across the river!" the faint call came back to him.
Frodo continued forward, and came to the river. It was nearly frozen, and though he was lighter then most hobbits, he did not trust his weight upon it. But as he looked around, he knew there was no other way.
"Sam, are you still there?!" he yelled over the bank.
He thought he saw a dark shape shift in the shadows near the river.
"Hurry, Mister Frodo," the voice whimpered.
"I am coming, Sam, just hold one!" Frodo yelled.
He put one foot carefully onto the ice then the other. The ice groaned slightly, but held his weight. He walked forward slowly, listening carefully. Finally he made it to the other side and quickly made his way to the where he had seen the shape. He then saw a mop of curly blonde hair, and a brown coated shivering form, and knew he had found him. He knelt beside him and turned him over. He noted with ill ease that Sam's lips were a tinge of blue, and his face was pale.
"I knew you would come," Sam breathed slightly, unfocused brown eyes trying to gaze up at him.
"I'll get you back to Bag-End, Sam, and then we'll get warmed up and you can tell me everything," Frodo said softly, gathering the much smaller hobbit up into his arms.
Sam instinctively curled close to his chest, seeking what warmth he could. Frodo held him tightly and started back toward the river. He cautiously started across, when nearly to the opposite side, he heard a crack. He looked down in dismay to find the ice breaking underneath him. He knew he couldn't make it across in time, so he tossed Sam to the other side and then the ice broke from under him, sending him into the icy cold depths.
Sam landed on the other side with a grunt, and then came to himself. He pulled his stiff form out of his curl and looked toward the river, where he could see Frodo trying to pull himself from the water.
"Mister Frodo!" he called in dismay, ready to go out onto the ice to help pull the other out.
"Don't, Sam!" Frodo cried, while finally pulling himself out.
The cold stung at him, pulled and ripped at him, but he finally made it out of the water and onto dry land. Sam hovered worriedly near him.
"Are you all right, Mister Frodo?" Sam asked softly.
Frodo could feel the cold seeping into his flesh, but he did not wish to worry Sam.
"I am fine, Sam. We need to get home. Can you walk?" he asked as he struggled to his feet.
"I'll try," Sam said, and also tried to pull himself to his feet, but found himself too weak.
"I'll carry you, Sam, do not worry about it," Frodo said softly, and picked Sam up into his arms.
"I can walk, Mister Frodo," Sam protested.
"Nay, you cannot, and we need to get back quickly. Do not worry for it, Sam," Frodo repeated, then he started off into the woods, trying to ignore the cold creeping into his bones.