anyway, don't ask me where this story is going. *slaps back of head*
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"Frodoooooooo! Master Frodoooooo!" Sam called out willingly. He never imagined himself in this sort of position. He never even imagined Frodo leaving him like that unexplain, and he had so many questions. He prayed and hoped deep in his heart he could find courage to tell his Frodo what it was he felt. How much Frodo meant to him, and how much Frodo brightened his days. Even the thought of Frodo's beautiful hair on a late afternoon, with the wind at his back...it sent an unknown feeling up from his feet and to his head.
Sam bent down, and caustiously sat down on a log below him. He took out an old rag he had taken with him and wiped his hands and face. "I didn't even realize how late it was...and I haven't eaten. When I set out from Rivendell, I didn't think I'd survive with the little food we have...now I have nothing," Sam sighed at the content feeling food would make his poor hobbit stomach.
At that point, the sound of disgruntled birds surrounded Sam. The fear shook in his heart and he held the handle of his sword as it lay in its sheath. The noise faded as if it were being chased, and Sam backed away, falling over the log. Shaking his head, he pulled himself back up. "That noise startled me enough...I only hope I find you soon, Frodo," Sam mumbled under his breath.
Sam began walking again among the poorly shaven dirt road...and behind the trees lurked a dark figure he failed to notice...
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Sam looked up through the trees and tried to find clouds in the sky. "Though this forest scares me, if I look beyond these trees, the Sun and clouds inspire me. The Sun, well, she seems to smile even through the bad. I wish I was able to shine like that. Maybe She has someone special in Her life? The clouds love to hug Her, and its almost like they've been friends forever. Just as me and Frodo. Frodo is the sun in my sky, and I wish I were the clouds there to hold him when a day is rough, or..ah, I am not very poetic...I really can only tell tales of gardens," he chuckled a bit.
"All this talk though, I wish Frodo could hear all I have to say. Maybe looking for him can be a brave adventure, like in a book, where I rescue him, and he praises me...and I tell him words I've longed to since the beginning of the book! " Sam blushed, and began to walk in a faster pace, as if his fantasy now powered his physical strength. He jumped up at random times and let the wind hold his weightless body. "Yes! That is what I will do...! I will write something for you Frodo...and it'll be a perferct ending to my first adventure...alone, at least." Sam smiled up at the sky, and knew he owed his thanks to it.
"I'm coming Mr. Frodo! You'll see your Samwise Gamgee too, and we'll be able to embrace again"
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"What's this?" he squinted at the ground. "Is this what I think it is?" he carefully brushed the ground with his hands. He gasped, "This is! This is Mr. Frodo's Lothlorien crest, from his cloak!" He looked around more, and he surprisingly saw a large bundle of things ahead. "Master Frodo!" he called, running towards the pile.
"Why is this here? What has happened to him?" he whispered, lifting up Frodo's cloak, examining it. It seemed to be stained with dirt and covered with tears, as if he had gone through a hardship before loosing it. "Mr. Frodo," Sam choked out hugging the cloak, "Why is it here like this? Oh Mr. Frodo..I hope you are ok!" He rubbed his face along the cloak, trying not to spill his tears on it. "Please don't let this be a sad ending..." he murmured. "Please, I ask of you," he yelled up to the sun. "I ask you give me strength, and courage! I have nothing...nothing to lean on, nor hope. I only have my plain hobbit sense, and a blinded heart..."
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Yes, it ended strangely. O_o I'm an idiot. But I gotta work on that report...and anyway, I think this is a bad chapter ;_; I have writers block or something...I can't think of anything good to write. I reallllly hope people like it, or that it's getting better, or something. =\