Frodo and Sam, the oars laid aside, floated along the Anduin, their arms too weak to row any longer. Sam and Frodo were leaning on either side of the boat to keep it balanced. Frodo had drifted into a light sleep. Sam had dozed off as well.
The gardener felt a wave of suspicion crash over him, though he wasn't sure why. He opened his eyes, and immediately felt as if he was being watched. He scanned the river bank.
"Mr. Frodo!" he whispered. Sam leaned over and shook his master lightly. "Mr. Frodo!"
"What?" The older hobbit jerked himself out of sleep. "What is it, Sam?"
"Over there! Look!" Sam pointed to the riverbank. Both hobbits turned to look, but there was nothing.
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After a while, Sam had fallen into a deep sleep. Frodo started to row the boat once more, going slowly so that he didn't wake Sam. His eyes drifted to the bank, and a strange sense of fear came over him as he saw the bushes on the land rustle.
"Sam?" Frodo turned to look at the other hobbit. "Sam?"
Sam jumped up. "What is it, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, nervous.
"Look." Frodo gestured to the land. Both hobbits peered into the bushes, which rustled once more. A small black fox leapt from the bushes onto the bank. Sam let his tense shoulders relax.
Then, the fox jumped into the river, swimming towards the boat. The creature dragged itself into the boat before Sam or Frodo could do anything about it.
"What the-"
Before Frodo could finish, the fox started to get larger, and lose its hair. After a few moments, Frodo found himself looking into a familiar face.
"Why, 'ello there!"
"Camilla!" Frodo exclaimed. He grinned down at the half elf. "What are you doing here?
Camilla laughed. "Isn't it obvious, love? I be goin' with ya tae Mordor."
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"C'mon, you two! "
Camilla sat at the base of the cliff, having flown down as a raven, and changing back to a half elf soon after.
"We're trying!" Sam called. The two hobbits were slowly descending down the hill. Camilla heard arguing, and voices coming closer and closer.
"Hey, Camilla, how far down is-" Frodo's question was cut of as he fell. Camilla watched as he landed, after dropping about two feet.
"Impressive," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Frodo narrowed his eyes, but he smiled, knowing that she was joking.
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Frodo slept, thinking of all the events that had happened the day before; Gollum attacked them, and then agreed to lead them to Mordor. It all left Frodo exhausted. He ried to sleep, but his dreams were haunted with nightmares.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam murmured, shaking him gently. Frodo looked up.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
"It's Camilla. She's gone!"
