A/N: ok, this is a really shot chapter and pretty pointless but I wanted to get another chapter up

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Frodo paced back and forth, trying to clear his thoughts. His surrounding were dark and he could hardly see Sam, who was sitting close by. Everything seemed dense dark and hopeless.

"Sam?" Frodo asked, suddenly.

"Yes, Mr. Frodo?" Sam looked up.

"Does she stand a chance?"

Frodo's eyes looked so fearful that Sam could hardly respond. He slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, Frodo. I don't know...." he answered, grimly. Frodo bit down on his lip, and began to pace again, when Sam stopped him.

"She wouldn't want to see you like this" he said slowly. Frodo walked over and sat beside Sam.

"I can't help it. We're sitting here idle, while she fighting an army of Orcs and with no one to aid her" Frodo yelped, his eyes filling with tears.

"Your wrong, Frodo. She has the memories of you. Something to fight for. She won't let you down!"

Sam placed a hand on Frodo's shoulder, firmly. Frodo smiled, sadly and embraced Sam, tears running down his cheeks.

"You should get some rest" Sam said softly. Frodo nodded though he did not wish to rest. He lay back against the rocks and slowly drifted into a dream filled sleep.

His memory faded to when he just began to run from the Orcs. He remembered looking back at Shrell, watching her fling herself into battle. Frodo knew her chance at life was diminished, the thought pained him.

'Hold to your word, Sholigrafa. I'll be lost without you'

Darkness. Everything was gone. Frodo felt chilled to the bone. Then, another memory.

'Who are you?'

'Shrell of the Northern Waste'

'......Northern Waste.......'

'I shall not harm you. You needn't be afraid'

Frodo's thoughts changed again.

'It must have been painful. It pained me just to watch you sleep. You were in a cold sweet and looked so afraid and helpless. There was nothing that we could do for you and that thought pained me but it pained me even more to see you suffer...'

'What's wrong, Shrell?'

'We came so close to losing you. Durnal almost let you die and even when she did agree for help I wasn't sure if we could trust her. You barely breathed. Many a time I thought you were dead. You also developed a fever and-'

'I'm fin now, Shrell. Be still'

His thoughts shifted for a last time.

'Frodo, you have my word! Even in death I will return to you!'

Frodo awoke with a start. His eyes stung with tears.

"Come back to me, Shrell" he whispered............to be continued