Disclaimer: Sam is, sadly, not mine and neither is Frodo
Thoughts
The Nebula's Daughter
You fell asleep right quick Mr. Frodo. I knew you were tired, you always are these days. It's so hard for you to sleep without nightmares and a sleep haunted by bad dreams isn't much better then no sleep a'tall.
It's good there are no there no nightmares now. You need this rest. You're sleeping peaceful, as if you'd just fallen asleep in the garden back at Bag End.
It's good to see you this way, you don't look so weary now. Well, weary's not quite the word, it's more then that. Drawn, maybe. No, it's kind of like the way a person would look if they could be pulled out thin like taffy. That's what's happening to you on the inside and it scares me something awful.
What if you get stretched so thin you can't keep living? What'll I do then? I don't want you to go where I can't follow Mr. Frodo.
Author's Note: This is very short but I would still love feedback
