A/N: Alright all, I know I haven't been updating often but I'm working on
another story. Okay I'm obessessed with it. It's all I've been writing
lately and I'm really considering it my best work. In the spirit of that I
want some reviews for it to see if I haven't lost it. So here's my little
advertisement for The Immortals which I truly hope you all will take tiem
to read. I promise it's worth it. And as always read and review and enjoy!
Frodo walked slowly, knowing that Sam would have gone to sleep by now. He steps were so slow in fact that the sun was just peaking over the horizon when he reached Sam. He couldn't help but smile a little as he saw Sam sleeping at the bottom of the hill. For a moment he seemed like his old friend, who was always found sleeping in the oddest of places.
He didn't care to wake Sam just yet, so he walked to the top of the hill, to see if any of the berries could be spared for another meal. To his disappointment the berries had already been eaten by another creature. The only berry that could be found was at the top of a small pile of dirt.
Frodo sighed and sat down, ready to ask Sam if he was willing to go on a berry hunt before they continued their relentless search for the ring.
"Mr. Frodo? Are you back yet?" Sam called from the bottom the hill. Frodo debated on whether to sneak up on Sam as he would have back on the shire, a smile spread across his face as he made a decision. "Mr. Frodo?" Sam again, his voice grew urgent at the lack of response. Sam turned and looked down the way he had chased after Frodo the day before.
Frodo took this as his chance, and quickly leapt upon his old friend. "Mr. Frodo, you're back!"
"Yes Sam, I'm back." Frodo said "Yes, I'm really back"" Frodo said again. Sam smiled knowing that his master was finally returning to his old self. "We're going to find the ring Sam, we're going to make things right. I have faith in us."
At those words Sam felt all of his old hope and cheeriness return to him. Through his cheeriness, he felt a small churning in his gut. He knew that they must find the ring for the sake of Middle Earth, but he also knew that finding the ring would take Frodo away from him again; he didn't know if he could bear that twice.
Frodo walked slowly, knowing that Sam would have gone to sleep by now. He steps were so slow in fact that the sun was just peaking over the horizon when he reached Sam. He couldn't help but smile a little as he saw Sam sleeping at the bottom of the hill. For a moment he seemed like his old friend, who was always found sleeping in the oddest of places.
He didn't care to wake Sam just yet, so he walked to the top of the hill, to see if any of the berries could be spared for another meal. To his disappointment the berries had already been eaten by another creature. The only berry that could be found was at the top of a small pile of dirt.
Frodo sighed and sat down, ready to ask Sam if he was willing to go on a berry hunt before they continued their relentless search for the ring.
"Mr. Frodo? Are you back yet?" Sam called from the bottom the hill. Frodo debated on whether to sneak up on Sam as he would have back on the shire, a smile spread across his face as he made a decision. "Mr. Frodo?" Sam again, his voice grew urgent at the lack of response. Sam turned and looked down the way he had chased after Frodo the day before.
Frodo took this as his chance, and quickly leapt upon his old friend. "Mr. Frodo, you're back!"
"Yes Sam, I'm back." Frodo said "Yes, I'm really back"" Frodo said again. Sam smiled knowing that his master was finally returning to his old self. "We're going to find the ring Sam, we're going to make things right. I have faith in us."
At those words Sam felt all of his old hope and cheeriness return to him. Through his cheeriness, he felt a small churning in his gut. He knew that they must find the ring for the sake of Middle Earth, but he also knew that finding the ring would take Frodo away from him again; he didn't know if he could bear that twice.
