Frodo woke with sound of thumping at his door.

Frodo got out of bed, slipped a gown on and made his way to the door. The thumping started again and Frodo jumped in fright.

As he opened the door he herd Cassina's voice, "hurry, Frodo, hurry!"

Frodo thumbled while trying to open the door knob.

As he opened the door Cassina, ran forward and embraced Frodo in her arms, Frodo held her in his grasp for a moment, breathing in her fragrance until he realized something was wrong. Frodo gently pulled her back, "what's wrong Cassina" he said as he leaned forward to stare in her eyes ,that were filled with tears, "what's wrong!".

Cassina tried to explain but her words got mixed with her sobs.

Finally Cassina grabbed Frodos arm gently and tugged him down the steps, when they got to the gate they walked briskly, not saying a thing to each other. Frodo felt uncomfortable, he didn't know what was exactly going on.

They walked until Frodo recognised the road they were walking down , he had a idea were he was going…."Cassina, please no…not Sam" Cassina turned to look at Frodo, she didn't say anything, but he could tell by her eyes that there was something wrong with Sam.

As they got to Sam's gate, Frodo jumped over the fence and stormed through the door, "SAM!, Sam , oh Sam were are you" Frodo walked through the kitchen and around the house until he ended up back by the door." SAM!!!!!!!".

Frodo ran out the door and Cassina was standing by the gate with her head down and her eyes closed. "Cassina! Where's Sam".

Cassina looked up her eyes full of tears. She put her hands over her face wiped some tears away and pointed to the garden shed.

Frodo stood still for a moment, he slowly started to make his way over to the shed. The shed was small and wooden it was surrounded but pots and plants that Sam had planted and grown.

Frodo opened the shed door and walked in. The shed was dark apart from and stream of light leaking through the broken dusty window. As Frodo walked in , the door suddenly shut behind him and he looked over to the corner where Sam kept his unused pots.

Sam was lying in a pool of blood, on the floor, with a arrow through his head.