Disclaimer: Obviously not mine, obviously not making any money off of this.
Author's Note: I tried writing this as an actual story, but I couldn't. So I turned it into a drabble instead. *Exactly* 100 words, no more or less.
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Sam has never liked storms. Ever since childhood they have frightened him and kept him shut safely in his home. But there is something Sam feels stronger then the fear of the storm, stronger then anything else he has ever felt.
Mr. Frodo is alone, and the storm is bad. The wind is howling and the rain is beating down upon the ground as though it wants to wash it away. Sam is frightened, but not for himself. He is frightened for Frodo, all alone in Bag End, with no protection from the storm.
Trembling, Sam puts on his coat.