Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all. Especially not any lotr characters. I need a hug.

Stream of consciousness--- Sam.

The water courses through my parched lips. Only a drop, mind. Must save most for Master Frodo. I'm getting worried. He seems oh I don't know. Thin. Pale. Its almost like I can see light through him. Stinker seems to notice as well. I heard him last night "Precious, master hobbit look funny. Different from nasssssssty fat hobbit. You can almost see nasssssssty faces through him. They burns us, yes precious. *gollum*". That kind of thing. But if I ever catch him saying anything about hurting master Frodo, I will get nasssssssty as stinker would put it. My hands would go around his scrawny neck so fast he couldn't blink. I wouldn't put it past him, really. I'm so thirsty. We barely have any water at all. I dont know what Frodo will do when he realises. He will probably blame himself when its really all my fault. I should have remembered to carry spares. My old gaffer was right. He said "you are a fool, Sam Gamgee an you'll never do anything right". What would Gandalf think, I wonder. He should roast me, that's what he should do. Oh, Masters up.