A/N - I've decided to do one of these for each of the characters now! This is the third in the series! Cool! This is set during Fellowship. May write a TTT follow up later on!
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Frodo. I do worry about him. I 'ave to, what with him always gettin' himself into these new scrapes. If it's not being stabbed by the king black rider, it's being flung around by a slimy water creature or being nearly killed by a cave troll. It's not good for 'im. I said to him in Rivendell, "With all due respect Mr Frodo Sir, but I don't think you should even be goin' to this council - if you take my meanin'. You should stay with your Sam, and then you can't get involved. You've done your bit, and you, an' the rest of us, should be off home now. Back where we belong."
But did he listen? No.
An' that's why i'm here, sat in the golden wood, tired and sad. I couldn't leave 'im behind. Not once he'd made his mind up.
Things just keep gettin' worse though. Bein' a cheery hobbit an' all, I'm tryin' to keep me hopes up for Frodo, but things ain't looking good at the moment. Everyone's sad, an' nobody wants ta talk about the reason why. But we all know.
Gandalf.
He..... he died.
Fell, caught by the balrog's whip o' many prongs just when we thought it would all be all right.
He can't be gone. He was our leader.
We needed 'im.
Frodo needed 'im.
But he hasn't come back, and not even the Lady Galadriel has said that she sees hope for him.
So now we're alone. United against the world.
But even that's not true anymore. I've been seein' things even within our Fellowship that ought not to be goin' on, and it seems Frodo's seen 'em too. I think he knows all ain't right with Boromir. I think Gandalf knew too, an' Strider. But not Merry and Pip. Seems it's best to keep all quiet until we are all sundered, which will surely happen. Boromir's got it in his mind to go to his White City, but Frodo wants to go the other way. I'll go where Frodo goes.
Nothing can separate us. There's nowhere he can go that his Sam can't follow.
He needs me. Needs someone to hold him an' tell him it'll all be all right, that we still have hope, and he's not alone. He never will be alone. Not while I live. He's lost his leader - we all have - but he'll never lose his Sam.
The elves are singing now. I never thought I'd tire of their voices, but now they fill me with grief. They remind me just how far from home we are, an' how far we've got to go.
They sing laments for Gandalf.
It shows that nothing's the same to what it used to be, and that's why we've got to be strong. To keep holding on.
And what are we holding on to?
Each other.
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A/N - I hope that conveyed some of what Sam might have been feeling.
Yes, I do know that the last part came from TTT, I just thought it was appropriate!
Please review me! Please? Sam might be feeling sad, but he still has his frying pan!